"Eeeeeeeh! You know the drill. You yap and yap and yap until the fuuuuck-in' beepity boop. And who knows? If your voice doesn't annoy the shit out of me, I miiiight just call ya back!"
[Perhaps it's not such a bad thing, to still be in touch with one's emotions. Anger, spite, vindictiveness- These are all the feelings that Rex can willingly tap into time and time again, but to keep himself from experiencing real pain, the kind that he lives with on the daily, he blocks so much of it out.]
Look, that's not what I-
[Rex rolls over for the umpteenth time, his voice soft. He reaches out, almost touching the other boy's shoulder, but his hand stops and collapses midway.
It's no use. He's just going to make it worse again.]
It’s not? Okay, then give me one explanation then. Just one. I’ve run my mouth off and trying my hardest to get along with you but sometimes it feels like you are trying your best to push me away.
If that’s the case I’d like to know so I can stop fucking trying.
[ OOOH the f word again. Mark remains where he is, though, back facing Rex and as far away from the other hero as much as possible. He’s almost off of the cot at this point. ]
[Ugh, this is worse than having his brains bashed in. Almost as bad as shitting blood! But you know, that would actually be awful in a place like this, because shitting blood in the woods full of monsters and dead body snatchers just does not sound like a fun time at all.
Very reluctantly, only because he's well aware that without the superhero mantle, a team to fall back on, and a clamoring group of hormonal teens who want his body, he's got very few takers and boy does that information suck.]
Growin' up, I didn't have any guy friends. Fuck, I didn't have any friends, period, okay! There.
[What a loser-y thing to say.]
Even right now, my main fallback guy's Robot! And he's got, like, all of two, maybe three emotions? With the girls if I fuck up I either own that shit or flirt a little bit to get my footing back with 'em, and Samson... God, he's got a major stick up his butt, I dunno, maybe he lost a paternity test and needs to play da-da to man the fuck up or somethin', but uh, as of right now I'm definitely on his shitlist.
[Oof.
That felt wrong to say, even for Rex. He hopes the guy gets out of the hospital soon. Or, well, ever.]
I don't get you, most of the time.
The only time I feel like I do it's... When you're all sad and shit.
[ Mark wanted an honest and solid answer and nothing else and Rex certainly gave that to him. Mark's muscles relax as he listens, taking in every word for once. Once he finishes, that gives Mark enough of a reason to turn back around and face him. He's extremely forgiving, isn't he? But it makes sense. Rex has had a rough life so hearing that he never had friends also tracks. Maybe he doesn't know how to behave around another guy his age in a friendship space? ]
Alright. That's a good explanation.
[ He snuggles against his pillow as he keeps his eyes on Rex. ]
I hope one day you'll be able to get me when I'm happy too.
[ And every other emotion he has too. ]
B..ecause I want to understand you through all the emotions you have.
[ There's some odd flutter in his chest when he says this and he's not even sure why he hesitated to say it? But yeah, um. Something feels a little weird now. Mark can't help but force a little chuckle out to try and lighten the mood. ]
We should really, uh, um.. try to sleep again, yeah? Shouldn't we? Or is there something else you need to say?
[He wishes that he had the strength to keep on keeping, to say something snippy and maintain the facade, but for once he finds himself struggling to even come up with a half-hearted insult.]
No.
[He pulls a furry pelt over his head, nose wrinkling as the sudden incoming stench of animal hide wafts into his nostrils. The redhead steels himself as reality finally hits. Since the split with Eve, Rex has not allowed himself to cry, not with tears, as he's never really had the time. It's sucked, but there's been so many other changes to adjust to, and the opportunity to clown his new and old teammates has given him an outlet of sorts. He was single, but not alone, not so wholly and entirely unlovable that he would be without support.
But here, in just the few all too long and miserable days he's been in this place, he's failed to make a single friend, and the only two people who will tolerate his very existence are a naive greenhorn and a mysterious stranger, who really only wants him for some warm and hot-blooded company. He really had been trying to be better, and he'd sworn that he would, after that giant space monstrosity totaled half the team, but it's difficult to improve when you feel as though you've been stripped of everything that made you worth anything at all.
Rex inhales sharply, letting the tears fall over his cheeks and drip to either side of his face, not bothering to wipe them himself, and taking care not to sniffle. No more, no less, that's just it. Even if sobbing would relieve the pain, let it all wash out in an ugly and miserable disaster-]
I need to get some fucking sleep.
[He's done so much to prove to himself that they were wrong for abandoning him like that.
But what if they weren't? What if there's really nothing to love beneath the misery?
Rex has learned to weep in short bursts and in silence. He hopes that sleep really will come for him soon.]
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Look, that's not what I-
[Rex rolls over for the umpteenth time, his voice soft. He reaches out, almost touching the other boy's shoulder, but his hand stops and collapses midway.
It's no use. He's just going to make it worse again.]
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If that’s the case I’d like to know so I can stop fucking trying.
[ OOOH the f word again. Mark remains where he is, though, back facing Rex and as far away from the other hero as much as possible. He’s almost off of the cot at this point. ]
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Very reluctantly, only because he's well aware that without the superhero mantle, a team to fall back on, and a clamoring group of hormonal teens who want his body, he's got very few takers and boy does that information suck.]
Growin' up, I didn't have any guy friends. Fuck, I didn't have any friends, period, okay! There.
[What a loser-y thing to say.]
Even right now, my main fallback guy's Robot! And he's got, like, all of two, maybe three emotions? With the girls if I fuck up I either own that shit or flirt a little bit to get my footing back with 'em, and Samson... God, he's got a major stick up his butt, I dunno, maybe he lost a paternity test and needs to play da-da to man the fuck up or somethin', but uh, as of right now I'm definitely on his shitlist.
[Oof.
That felt wrong to say, even for Rex. He hopes the guy gets out of the hospital soon. Or, well, ever.]
I don't get you, most of the time.
The only time I feel like I do it's... When you're all sad and shit.
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Alright. That's a good explanation.
[ He snuggles against his pillow as he keeps his eyes on Rex. ]
I hope one day you'll be able to get me when I'm happy too.
[ And every other emotion he has too. ]
B..ecause I want to understand you through all the emotions you have.
[ There's some odd flutter in his chest when he says this and he's not even sure why he hesitated to say it? But yeah, um. Something feels a little weird now. Mark can't help but force a little chuckle out to try and lighten the mood. ]
We should really, uh, um.. try to sleep again, yeah? Shouldn't we? Or is there something else you need to say?
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No.
[He pulls a furry pelt over his head, nose wrinkling as the sudden incoming stench of animal hide wafts into his nostrils. The redhead steels himself as reality finally hits. Since the split with Eve, Rex has not allowed himself to cry, not with tears, as he's never really had the time. It's sucked, but there's been so many other changes to adjust to, and the opportunity to clown his new and old teammates has given him an outlet of sorts. He was single, but not alone, not so wholly and entirely unlovable that he would be without support.
But here, in just the few all too long and miserable days he's been in this place, he's failed to make a single friend, and the only two people who will tolerate his very existence are a naive greenhorn and a mysterious stranger, who really only wants him for some warm and hot-blooded company. He really had been trying to be better, and he'd sworn that he would, after that giant space monstrosity totaled half the team, but it's difficult to improve when you feel as though you've been stripped of everything that made you worth anything at all.
Rex inhales sharply, letting the tears fall over his cheeks and drip to either side of his face, not bothering to wipe them himself, and taking care not to sniffle. No more, no less, that's just it. Even if sobbing would relieve the pain, let it all wash out in an ugly and miserable disaster-]
I need to get some fucking sleep.
[He's done so much to prove to himself that they were wrong for abandoning him like that.
But what if they weren't? What if there's really nothing to love beneath the misery?
Rex has learned to weep in short bursts and in silence. He hopes that sleep really will come for him soon.]