[Rex's shoulders heave as he expels each following breath, the heavy admission not only weighing on his heart, but his entire body. His rational thoughts are being drowned out by that maelstrom of misery, and so it takes him a second to realize that aforementioned statement could be vastly misinterpreted.
To clarify, he points to himself-]
Me-
[And then to her.]
And Eve.
[Rex fails to notice that, while he desperately attempts to clarify his situation to Invincible, that the scenery changes frantically with the pace of his ever-accelerating heart. He and the other superhero now stand in a box of screens, each wall playing a different memory from Rex's consciousness, some gorier than others.
The first, and perhaps the largest, most notable projection, is the one on the ceiling- A recent recollection of Rex and Eve the summer before her junior year, taking place in her room, which is decked out in pale pink wallpaper. The door to the bathroom is open, revealing the two teenagers bathing together in what appears to be her bathtub, although all that's visible is her bare back from the waist up, and his chest from the same water level. She giggles, pressing her nose to his as the suds bubble around them both, taking Rex's wet hair in her delicate fingers and joking audibly,
"Wow! Your hair's almost longer than mine! When's the last time you had a haircut?"]
Because I fucked up! I fuck everything up!
Cut the crap, In-
[Invincible. Fuckface.
He can't bring himself to just say, "Mark." He's too angry. It doesn't matter how kind Mark is. How much he has in common with Eve. How much time he spends wih Kate on the regular.
Rex is convinced, as of this moment, that none of their affections will ever be enough. He is too broken and full of self hatred, constantly wanting more love, more understanding, more sympathy...
Because he can't even give it to himself.]
What is it that you really wanna know? Can't you see that I'm goin' through the ringer right now!
no subject
We're over!
[Rex's shoulders heave as he expels each following breath, the heavy admission not only weighing on his heart, but his entire body. His rational thoughts are being drowned out by that maelstrom of misery, and so it takes him a second to realize that aforementioned statement could be vastly misinterpreted.
To clarify, he points to himself-]
Me-
[And then to her.]
And Eve.
[Rex fails to notice that, while he desperately attempts to clarify his situation to Invincible, that the scenery changes frantically with the pace of his ever-accelerating heart. He and the other superhero now stand in a box of screens, each wall playing a different memory from Rex's consciousness, some gorier than others.
The first, and perhaps the largest, most notable projection, is the one on the ceiling- A recent recollection of Rex and Eve the summer before her junior year, taking place in her room, which is decked out in pale pink wallpaper. The door to the bathroom is open, revealing the two teenagers bathing together in what appears to be her bathtub, although all that's visible is her bare back from the waist up, and his chest from the same water level. She giggles, pressing her nose to his as the suds bubble around them both, taking Rex's wet hair in her delicate fingers and joking audibly,
"Wow! Your hair's almost longer than mine! When's the last time you had a haircut?"]
Because I fucked up! I fuck everything up!
Cut the crap, In-
[Invincible. Fuckface.
He can't bring himself to just say, "Mark." He's too angry. It doesn't matter how kind Mark is. How much he has in common with Eve. How much time he spends wih Kate on the regular.
Rex is convinced, as of this moment, that none of their affections will ever be enough. He is too broken and full of self hatred, constantly wanting more love, more understanding, more sympathy...
Because he can't even give it to himself.]
What is it that you really wanna know? Can't you see that I'm goin' through the ringer right now!