[Rex, for all his infidelity, has only had the experience of being in one relationship, which had begun when Eve and Rex were around the ages of thirteen and fourteen. Rex had all of zero other friends, excluding Kate and Robot, so the rush of having a number one who was beautiful and big-hearted and broken in her own way was the perfect storm for a particularly riotous hormonal cocktail. Molotov style.

But she had let him touch her. She leaned against him at all those school bonfires where teenagers engaged in their petty bickering, not even twenty four hours after putting out fires and doing their best to keep people from being burned alive. It's not as though Rex was completely desensitized to violence, because there were later events that stuck with him, painfully staining the recesses of his mind, but had long grown accustomed to it. Eve was sensitive and caring, and he was there for her in every regard, for a time.

Lately, however? He had only been present physically. Only half-listening, often angry, and mostly around to get his rocks off.]

...Sorry. I just-

[Mark seemed to enjoy the attention. Shit, shit, shit, he didn't even ask-]

Nobody else is around, and I didn't... You weren't saying anything, so I-I-

[Rex withdraws his hand in haste.]

Are you not into that shit?