[Jealous, envious, what have you. He has and he still is. Hearing Invincible prattle on, in his usual dorky way, is enough to make Rex's blood boil once more. Of course, he himself had been jealous, while the other hadn't so much as considered him as an afterthought. Just another body, not even the type of hero who had stood out, other than for his bad attitude and infidelity.
When the other boy says that, some bullshit about being good at other things, Rex dismisses it entirely. He's just trying to be nice. Asshole! He might as well be honest, or just not say anything.
Rex turns to rest on his stomach and hands.]
You think you're done cryin' for tonight?
[He doesn't mean for it to sound dismissive.
Mark says the word friend and it feels so foreign. Rex has not had a single male friend his age, not a human one anyway, or so he thinks. Robot is just that, supposedly- A robot, made of metal, clearly a person in his own right with thoughts and feelings, but not a boy, a teenager. Rex has surprisingly found it easier to get along with women, if only because the one he's encountered spend an extra few seconds giving him more than just a couple of once-overs.]
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When the other boy says that, some bullshit about being good at other things, Rex dismisses it entirely. He's just trying to be nice. Asshole! He might as well be honest, or just not say anything.
Rex turns to rest on his stomach and hands.]
You think you're done cryin' for tonight?
[He doesn't mean for it to sound dismissive.
Mark says the word friend and it feels so foreign. Rex has not had a single male friend his age, not a human one anyway, or so he thinks. Robot is just that, supposedly- A robot, made of metal, clearly a person in his own right with thoughts and feelings, but not a boy, a teenager. Rex has surprisingly found it easier to get along with women, if only because the one he's encountered spend an extra few seconds giving him more than just a couple of once-overs.]