[Mark lands beside him, and Rex begins to feel a little guilt for his nasty behavior, as per usual. So he will, without any hint of subtlety, glance to the side and slide his hand in Mark's back pocket.]
You think these are real passengers? What if they're, like, fables, or something?
[Mostly, he's hoping he doesn't find his own.]
I dunno if they should be puttin' mine in here. That whole thing'd just be NC-17!
From the age of thirteen and onward, probably...
[Meaning that it was around then when his life got wrecked, basically. Not that it was even marginally joyful beforehand.]
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You think these are real passengers? What if they're, like, fables, or something?
[Mostly, he's hoping he doesn't find his own.]
I dunno if they should be puttin' mine in here. That whole thing'd just be NC-17!
From the age of thirteen and onward, probably...
[Meaning that it was around then when his life got wrecked, basically. Not that it was even marginally joyful beforehand.]