<sub>[ He wasn't expecting Rex to say anything about love or being in love with him, so the psuedo-confession makes his heart skip for a moment as he puts his whole attention on Rex-- specifically his eyes. Were they always that green looking? It was also very admirable and kind of cute with how honest Rex was trying to be, and in moments like this, Mark can really get it. He can really get what Rex is saying and how he's feeling. There's no typical ditzy questions or confusion.

A small smile plays on Mark's face once he realizes Rex is done speaking and, with a shaky exhale, the younger teen gets a little cozier in Rex's lap, shifting so he's completely settled on him, one leg on each side. He even adjusts the blanket so they both are still wrapped up in it. ]</sub>

That's a good enough answer for me.

_{[ His hands smooth over Rex's shoulders, eventually down his collar bone and chest and settle right on his abdomen under those impressive pectorals. ]}

For now, at least.

_{[ A sudden bolt of nerves spirals through him and he swallows thickly. ]}

I'd like to, um, at least.. try with you. But you can't laugh at me. Um.. uh.. or.. I don't know.. be patient with me. I don't--

_{[ Time for his honesty: ]}

I don't really know what I'm doing or what to do. I don't even really know what to expect, really.