[He sits still under that blanket, silent as Mark speaks. Rex does his best to hear the words, straining his ears desperately to catch them all, but they're all drowned out, lost in a whirlpool of never-ending doubt and self loathing. No matter what he does, he is broken and unlovable, and he will always end up with his feet in the snow, standing all by himself, peering at everybody else. Perhaps his no-good mother and father had been right to cast him aside. Eve had been foolish to try her hand at fixing him. Kate just wanted what she thought she couldn't have.]

Maybe I'm not.

[The Mark who stands before him is not likely to be the one he returns to. They are from two different points in time, perhaps different timelines entirely, and it is far more likely that Rex will have to watch not one but two people he loved fall for each other and despise him for being a philandering, obnoxious blowhard. The selfless part of him, the one that knows better, is happy for them. They are good people, gentle and so full of love, and Eve, especially Eve, deserves the kind of person who can give her everything she ever really needed from a partner.

But the loudest voice, the selfish part? It hopes they both get hit by a goddamn comet.]

You're right.

My feelings aren't your fault.

[When will things finally feel right for him, for Rex? As it stands at the moment, if he does not change... He will never be fit for anybody. All things considered, it's both surprising and telling that Mark even let him get this far in the first place.]

I'm sorry.

Having superpowers is great! But they're also super bogus sometimes... 'Cause of how lonely they make us feel.

[He comes to the conclusion that he can't have Mark, can't possess him. They will never be two, not finitely. Still, Rex can love the poor boy while he can. Build him up and keep him warm.

Maybe it's better this way.]

You wanna meet me inside? I should probably clear my head before we head in for the night.