"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!"
[ People aren’t perfect, Mark is still learning. Nolan was a prime example of that— he seemed like such the perfect hero, model, father.. and although Mark knew that people have flaws or sometimes they aren’t always what they seem, the recent development with his father has really knocked the wind out of him and made him untrusting of a lot of people.
It should make him untrusting of Rex, especially after what happened with Eve.
But somehow Mark still lingers by Rex; somehow he still reeled indebted, and, more recently, fond of him. The apology is sincere and he knows it, so he softens both his expression and his stance. Now he’s really not in the mood and Rex is going to really have to work to get him all hot and bothered again.
His hands fall to his sides and he reaches up to gently stroke Rex’s hair, allowing a sigh to pass his lips. ]
Thank you. For letting me speak and for apologizing. It’s.. fine. And yeah, I’m going to go inside, so.. take your time.
Be gentle on yourself.
[ He retracts his hand and walks back to the sliding door to the cabin, shutting it behind him. Man. He feels really guilty, but it’s another lesson he is learning which is standing up for himself.
He hasn’t noticed, but his number has gone down. ]
[He waits, prepared for some ultimatum that he isn't ready to hear, or more anger. Instead, there is nothing more than a few sentences uttered within reason. No hands thrown or glasses broken.
This has happened before, so many times, and yet he still flinches. Waiting for a sharp blow to the chin or a puncturing of the flesh, and neither occurs, not today.
The door closes on Rex before he can finish, the urge to turn and run rising. But if he does run. He could sprint in the opposite direction and never return, this train is seemingly never-ending, running for an infinite number of miles.]
Yeah.
[But he wants to move forward, even though he's tempted to drag his feet as he does.]
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It should make him untrusting of Rex, especially after what happened with Eve.
But somehow Mark still lingers by Rex; somehow he still reeled indebted, and, more recently, fond of him. The apology is sincere and he knows it, so he softens both his expression and his stance. Now he’s really not in the mood and Rex is going to really have to work to get him all hot and bothered again.
His hands fall to his sides and he reaches up to gently stroke Rex’s hair, allowing a sigh to pass his lips. ]
Thank you. For letting me speak and for apologizing. It’s.. fine. And yeah, I’m going to go inside, so.. take your time.
Be gentle on yourself.
[ He retracts his hand and walks back to the sliding door to the cabin, shutting it behind him. Man. He feels really guilty, but it’s another lesson he is learning which is standing up for himself.
He hasn’t noticed, but his number has gone down. ]
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This has happened before, so many times, and yet he still flinches. Waiting for a sharp blow to the chin or a puncturing of the flesh, and neither occurs, not today.
The door closes on Rex before he can finish, the urge to turn and run rising. But if he does run. He could sprint in the opposite direction and never return, this train is seemingly never-ending, running for an infinite number of miles.]
Yeah.
[But he wants to move forward, even though he's tempted to drag his feet as he does.]
I'll see you later.
[Rex's number also decreases.]