[And his mouth shuts tightly, lips worming into a thin line. To the vast majority of individuals that have the misfortune of getting to know him, Rex is a unlikeable and seemingly pompous asshole. His nearly houndlike desire to rip others to shreds with his incessant smart-talking, whether it be superhero colleagues or superiors alike, is detectable from the minute he makes miserable eye contact. But a victim, he is not.
Or at the very least, he wouldn't seem like it.
What would Mark, a son born to the most powerful being who has ever walked the Earth or soared through its skies, think of a child who was an experiment? Someone so ordinary, so unlucky, that he had been roped in to do a grown man's dirty work as a minor? And then, when given his one chance, his one ticket to real joy, he'd thrown it all away?]
I think I see mine? My tape, I mean.
[Rex continues onwards, begrudgingly, finally stepping away from Mark as he takes the tape off the shelf.]
Well.
[Rex has a bad feeling about this. Maybe it will ruin what they have. All the progress they've made.
But what if that's okay? He doesn't deserve it anyway. Perhaps this will be a reminder.]
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Or at the very least, he wouldn't seem like it.
What would Mark, a son born to the most powerful being who has ever walked the Earth or soared through its skies, think of a child who was an experiment? Someone so ordinary, so unlucky, that he had been roped in to do a grown man's dirty work as a minor? And then, when given his one chance, his one ticket to real joy, he'd thrown it all away?]
I think I see mine? My tape, I mean.
[Rex continues onwards, begrudgingly, finally stepping away from Mark as he takes the tape off the shelf.]
Well.
[Rex has a bad feeling about this. Maybe it will ruin what they have. All the progress they've made.
But what if that's okay? He doesn't deserve it anyway. Perhaps this will be a reminder.]
Let's hope things don't get too personal.