[Mark's response is compassionate as ever, which only seems to make Rex scowl more, although he doesn't resist the touch to the shoulder. Every part of his hot-tempered consciousness searches for an excuse, and he lands on the notion that he is the only other person from home here. Yeah! That has to be it.
Even so, Mark is just a kind person with a soft center, sporting the sort of ooey-gooey heart that oozes fee-fees like the yolk of an undercooked egg. So, Rex will throw in the towel and finally give the other boy the benefit of the doubt. Also, he would like to get out of here.]
No.
[He holds himself tightly instead of reaching out, scowling as he hears a blast in his left ear. To that side of him is a screen that reveals a childhood memory, his suit is skintight and all in black, and he's seemingly chuckling after blowing an entire banquet of foreign dignitaries to smithereens.
i'm so sorry now u kno what it is like 2 be me.
Even so, Mark is just a kind person with a soft center, sporting the sort of ooey-gooey heart that oozes fee-fees like the yolk of an undercooked egg. So, Rex will throw in the towel and finally give the other boy the benefit of the doubt. Also, he would like to get out of here.]
No.
[He holds himself tightly instead of reaching out, scowling as he hears a blast in his left ear. To that side of him is a screen that reveals a childhood memory, his suit is skintight and all in black, and he's seemingly chuckling after blowing an entire banquet of foreign dignitaries to smithereens.
"Gottem!"
Rex reaches to cover that ear, flinching.]
There's a lot of ugly up in here.
It's not your problem.