[The appearance of the screen ignites the primal instinct of fight or flight, and it's surprising, all things considered, that he resists the urge to nuke it and the tape entirely. He could if he wanted to, of that fact he's certainly sure, but what if anger of that explosive variety traps him here, on this stupid thing, forever? He inhales and exhales, gritting his teeth, Mark's words of comfort not doing much to quell an anxiety that seems innate. Rex isn't sure that he wants to confront his past, or for god's sake his future, at present, but what he does crave is empathy. Empathy and an ounce of respect.
And yet every time he's attempted to recount his harrowing sob story, in bits and pieces and paltry sums, the revelations always backfired. Either he never received the sympathy he desired, or it had made him feel weak, inadequate, lesser than.
Eve had been the only person who received that information in a way that made him feel valuable. Mark is sweet but he's a goddamn idiot, he's not smart enough to trust with a secret-]
God damn it!
[Rex can feel his fingers smarting. Whatever he's feeling right now, if he doesn't fix in a split-second, the tape will in fact combust. So he shoves it roughly into the old-school VCR, and suddenly they are transported to a dilapidated building that smells of tar and rotting wood. The place is freezing cold.
For Rex, it is familiar. This was his childhood "home."]
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And yet every time he's attempted to recount his harrowing sob story, in bits and pieces and paltry sums, the revelations always backfired. Either he never received the sympathy he desired, or it had made him feel weak, inadequate, lesser than.
Eve had been the only person who received that information in a way that made him feel valuable. Mark is sweet but he's a goddamn idiot, he's not smart enough to trust with a secret-]
God damn it!
[Rex can feel his fingers smarting. Whatever he's feeling right now, if he doesn't fix in a split-second, the tape will in fact combust. So he shoves it roughly into the old-school VCR, and suddenly they are transported to a dilapidated building that smells of tar and rotting wood. The place is freezing cold.
For Rex, it is familiar. This was his childhood "home."]