"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!"
[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."]
[ Mark was anxious to see what would happen when they popped the tapes in, but he hadn't expected.. whatever just happened. ]
Whoa..! What the hell?
[ Instantly, he's on high alert and he is able to give a quick glance at the number on his hand just to see. It's still there, so that tells Mark they're probably still on the train.
But.. how? ]
Dude, are you seeing this.. or is it just me?
[ You never know. The train has done some really weird things before. ]
[Rex's eyes dart from side to side. In his survey of this old dump, which are the exact words he'd use to describe this place, his eyes gloss over the floors, treading carefully. Great, so dear old mom and dad decided to shoot up somewhere else today, or at the very least, they disposed of their needles elsewhere.
He fails to give Mark any context- This may be his old house, but provided that they don't run into his folks, the other hero doesn't need to know that. The train, however, never makes anything easy.]
Shut up, shut up.
[His feet move with purpose, treading lightly, ever so lightly, that despite moving across creaky floorboards you wouldn't ever know that Rex was there. This is a side of Rex that Mark has probably never seen before, an expert in silent navigation, the kind of person who can get in and get out of maximum security without ever being traced.]
Stay quiet and don't say jack shit.
[His brow furrow as he hears three voices- They are so muffled, it's hard to make them out. Rex collapses against a wall without creating any noise from the impact, listening in.]
[ Um. This is certainly odd? It's true, he had never seen Rex this.. jittery. The fact that Rex doesn't seem absolutely surprised and clueless like Mark does make him think that Rex is familiar with the place. Because of that, Mark allows himself to fall behind Rex and instead of walking, he favors drifting just above the ground and floating carefully behind him. His lips part to ask Rex a question but the second he shifts against a wall-- it takes Mark a moment-- he follows suite next to him.
He speaks again, but this time his voice is hushed in a whisper. ]
[He mutters, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall. This train has thrown a bunch of psychological bullshit their way, and it makes Rex nervous. In some ways, the physical trials, the fights with ruthless beasts and new, vicious creatures, feel a lot less challenging than the teamwork with various strangers. The latter involves trust without doubt, sans careful evaluation, and Rex has been wronged horribly to the point of near death that he just can't shake his core instinct to be wary. Is any of this nonsense going to make him a better hero, or is it just all a fucking waste of time?]
We have to be careful. Have you learned nothing, I...!
[A young man walks through the doorway and into the space they're in, sporting shoulder-length, unwashed hair that's parted down the middle, sporting a familiar scowl. He says nothing, the bruising under his eyes and over the bridge of his nose fresh, seemingly worsening by the minute, as the voice of an older man shrieks in the background:
"So, you finally managed to steal somethin' worthwhile, and you end up usin' it on your goddamn face? That ugly mug of yours is worth less than this cut of meat, boy. Whatever! We'll make it work, this shit's still good."]
Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, fuck!
[Rex backs away from his younger self, who walks right past him and Mark, acting as though they aren't there.]
Shit.
He can't see us. Or, I guess, I can't see me.
[The boy sinks into a couch with ripped cushions and exposed springs, looking angry until there's the sound of another door closing, followed by some chatter and the muffled sounds of a woman's voice. Only after this does his face fall, preteen features losing all their sharp-edged bitterness, giving way to tears.
Rex pivots on his heel, watching this pathetic display of emotions, apparently experiencing nothing but irritation.]
Uuuh-'kay, what exactly is the meaning of this? I know what this is! This was the day I broke my nose and it's been crooked as shit ever since. Uh, hello! Doesn't this bullshit chooch think I'd remember, y'know! The pain of havin' to deal with this trashfire fiasco unmedicated?
[His voice adopts a mocking tone.]
Oooooh, okay! Wow. A deviated septum, what a meaningful memory! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've been messed up way more times than this. And way worse, too! My teeth are still all on the inside of my mouth. So some grocery store owner socked me in the nose for snatchin' a cut of prime rib. Big deal!
[ Mark cannot help but look at Rex with larger eyes as he responds so hastily. Surely there was something going on here that Rex knew about. That's when the miniature version of Rex walks by and Mark cannot help but state the obvious: ]
Hey..! Hey, that's you! It has to be.
[ Although his voice is hushed, he's expressive and curious sounding. It had to be Rex.. just look at that busted nose, red hair and green eyes. Mark is watching intently, frowning, especially when the younger Rex starts crying. His lips part to say something to Rex, but then the older teen starts spilling out words. Mark glances back at the younger figure on the couch before settling his gaze on Rex. It sounded like Rex remembered this happenstance well-- it must be a vision of one of his memories. ]
.. I'm so sorry, Rex. Um. I'm not sure why the train is showing us something like this, but.. Did it.. ever get better for you? Also.. are those your parents that were talking to you just now?
[Rex's nostrils flare the second he barks a retort back at Mark, both fists balling up at either side of his weighted musculature. Old habits die hard, and for a good minute and a half, Rex allows his kneejerk tendencies to consume him. Of course the younger boy wouldn't understand. It wasn't the pain of the injury that had made him shed those tears, not entirely- It was the fact that even though he had gotten hurt, his father had been more concerned about the quality of the meat than his own son. A dead animal was somehow more valuable than a living, breathing child.]
...Better? You're askin' me if shit got better?
[The worn imagery of Rex's childhood home fades, giving way to the kind of riotous sound that sears through the air and pierces through one's ear canals. Said noise is accompanied by smoke, debris, and an undeniably hot temperature.
Rex appears unphased by it all.
The dust clears to reveal a kiss between two very young teenagers, one about the size and shape of a smaller Rex, and the other a redheaded girl, un-mistakeably clad in a familiar pink color scheme.]
[ Look. He's not sure. Sometimes superheroes had like.. butlers and stuff? Mark lifts his hands in defense but he holds his ground, understanding that this was a very sensitive subject for Rex, and by the looks of it, it seems like there was a lot of repressed anguish over his childhood. Rex had made some statements in the past; about not attending high school.
He silently nods in affirmation when Rex asks that rhetorical question that he probably shouldn't answer but he is distracted when the scenery changes. Mark is startled and simply holds his breath as the next scene plays out exhaling once he recognizes Eve's silhouette (because of course he would really fast..)
Oh man. The image gets clearer. ]
That's Eve!
[ WHAT IS THIS GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST SHIT??? His eyes survey the scene. What was going on? This was a lot it looked like. It seems like they were.. together, of course, and that whole subject is an awkward topic in and of itself, but, the rest of what is happening around them is a great topic changer. ]
[It takes nearly every fragment of his cybergenetically engineered being to keep Rex from blowing up any further. What should ground him is his newfound affection for Mark, but instead, several other factors seem to take the wheel here. Even if he attempted to slap Invincible across the face, it'd do next to nothing. Between the explosive hothead's terrible luck and their vast difference in power, Rex would be most likely to merely injure his own hand.]
Can't you see we're making out?!
[The words are all spat out.]
D'ooooh, god! You might as well have popped out of your mom's baby hole without any eyes attached! Hrrrrgh.
[Rex shuts his own pair of peepers tightly, forcing them closed with such a fervor that for a split-second, he feels as though his eyeballs may have actually been shoved backwards and into his thick skull, past the cavities of the sockets.
This should be a pleasant memory of his first kiss with his first love, but because of his own self destructive buffoonery, it's been tainted. Seeing his parents and having his living situation exposed to someone like Mark, a well-meaning but clueless idiot, has already stirred a ripe storm of emotion inside him. Rex breathes in and out, crouching over and covering his face with his hands, hoping that if he stays like this and counts to ten, perhaps the unwanted picture show will finally cease to exist.]
Fuck! Why are we so loud?!
Who told tweeny-boppers that they had to make sooooomany mouth noises when they're sticking their tongues down each other's throats? I'd rather do time than listen to any of this bullshit! Just cuff me and throw me in jail.
'S not like life hasn't already fucked me up the butt! What's another couple of unadulterated prison buttfucks, hah? Why I oughta...
[ Mark was mostly talking about the debris and everything else around the spectacle, but, okay, fine. He allows Rex to be angry at him, but his expression draws stern as he takes a gander back at.. everything that was going on here. Was it jealousy? Maybe a little bit, but Mark couldn't decipher if he was jealous because of Rex or if he was jealous because of Eve.
Quickly, he pushes those feelings aside because it didn't matter. Not right now. Especially not right now when he and Rex were in an established relationship after Rex had sabotaged his relationship with Eve. Even more so, Mark's feelings didn't matter now that Rex was seeming to have a break down.. with proper reason too. Mark also exhales. It was time for him to look away from all of this cause, yeah, it seemed pretty invasive to watch. The whole occurrence was just very unfair for everyone involved, but especially Rex who seemed to have this memory either repressed back into his mind or maybe.. it was something he thought about too often. ]
... It's alright, Rex. Uh.
[ Oh my god he feels SO AWKWARD being here. ]
Are you still.. not over Eve? Do we need to talk about something?
[ THIS IS AWKWARD TO ASK NOW, ESPECIALLY AS HIS CURRENT BOYFRIEND, BUT YOU KNOW.. ]
[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!
i had to find my zen in order to respond to this.. REX.. HONEY...
[ Was there every going to be an instance where they're going to keep progressing forward and not taking steps backward? Mark was beginning to wonder. The initial exclamation makes Mark's heart sink for a moment because, of course, he is assuming this is about their relationship. Oh, boy. He really wasn't cut out for relationships, was he? First Amber and now Rex--
Oh. There he goes. Clarifying. That would have been nice to know in that painful matter of seconds where Mark is holding his breath, but he eases out an exhale.
He gives Rex a few moments, noticing the environment was changing. He should have never pressured Rex to watch the tape or anything.. it's just what the prompt was insinuating. He's trying not to focus on the fact that this is ultimately his fault since he should be putting his focus on someone else right now. Someone else that was hurting. Someone else that he cared about. It's a little foolish, but Mark reaches out and settles a hand on Rex's shoulder, ignoring the display around them (no matter how tempting it may be to look...)
Mark's eyebrows pull together, a stern expression fixing on his face. ]
.. To help you.
[ Learn HOW to help you cause he doesn't even know. He can't even say he understands or anything like that because it's obvious now, Mark has a visual of what he's been through. ]
[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.
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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."]
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Whoa..! What the hell?
[ Instantly, he's on high alert and he is able to give a quick glance at the number on his hand just to see. It's still there, so that tells Mark they're probably still on the train.
But.. how? ]
Dude, are you seeing this.. or is it just me?
[ You never know. The train has done some really weird things before. ]
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[Rex's eyes dart from side to side. In his survey of this old dump, which are the exact words he'd use to describe this place, his eyes gloss over the floors, treading carefully. Great, so dear old mom and dad decided to shoot up somewhere else today, or at the very least, they disposed of their needles elsewhere.
He fails to give Mark any context- This may be his old house, but provided that they don't run into his folks, the other hero doesn't need to know that. The train, however, never makes anything easy.]
Shut up, shut up.
[His feet move with purpose, treading lightly, ever so lightly, that despite moving across creaky floorboards you wouldn't ever know that Rex was there. This is a side of Rex that Mark has probably never seen before, an expert in silent navigation, the kind of person who can get in and get out of maximum security without ever being traced.]
Stay quiet and don't say jack shit.
[His brow furrow as he hears three voices- They are so muffled, it's hard to make them out. Rex collapses against a wall without creating any noise from the impact, listening in.]
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He speaks again, but this time his voice is hushed in a whisper. ]
.. What are we doing?
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[He mutters, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall. This train has thrown a bunch of psychological bullshit their way, and it makes Rex nervous. In some ways, the physical trials, the fights with ruthless beasts and new, vicious creatures, feel a lot less challenging than the teamwork with various strangers. The latter involves trust without doubt, sans careful evaluation, and Rex has been wronged horribly to the point of near death that he just can't shake his core instinct to be wary. Is any of this nonsense going to make him a better hero, or is it just all a fucking waste of time?]
We have to be careful. Have you learned nothing, I...!
[A young man walks through the doorway and into the space they're in, sporting shoulder-length, unwashed hair that's parted down the middle, sporting a familiar scowl. He says nothing, the bruising under his eyes and over the bridge of his nose fresh, seemingly worsening by the minute, as the voice of an older man shrieks in the background:
"So, you finally managed to steal somethin' worthwhile, and you end up usin' it on your goddamn face? That ugly mug of yours is worth less than this cut of meat, boy. Whatever! We'll make it work, this shit's still good."]
Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, fuck!
[Rex backs away from his younger self, who walks right past him and Mark, acting as though they aren't there.]
Shit.
He can't see us. Or, I guess, I can't see me.
[The boy sinks into a couch with ripped cushions and exposed springs, looking angry until there's the sound of another door closing, followed by some chatter and the muffled sounds of a woman's voice. Only after this does his face fall, preteen features losing all their sharp-edged bitterness, giving way to tears.
Rex pivots on his heel, watching this pathetic display of emotions, apparently experiencing nothing but irritation.]
Uuuh-'kay, what exactly is the meaning of this? I know what this is! This was the day I broke my nose and it's been crooked as shit ever since. Uh, hello! Doesn't this bullshit chooch think I'd remember, y'know! The pain of havin' to deal with this trashfire fiasco unmedicated?
[His voice adopts a mocking tone.]
Oooooh, okay! Wow. A deviated septum, what a meaningful memory! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've been messed up way more times than this. And way worse, too! My teeth are still all on the inside of my mouth. So some grocery store owner socked me in the nose for snatchin' a cut of prime rib. Big deal!
Can we go home now?
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Hey..! Hey, that's you! It has to be.
[ Although his voice is hushed, he's expressive and curious sounding. It had to be Rex.. just look at that busted nose, red hair and green eyes. Mark is watching intently, frowning, especially when the younger Rex starts crying. His lips part to say something to Rex, but then the older teen starts spilling out words. Mark glances back at the younger figure on the couch before settling his gaze on Rex. It sounded like Rex remembered this happenstance well-- it must be a vision of one of his memories. ]
.. I'm so sorry, Rex. Um. I'm not sure why the train is showing us something like this, but..
Did it.. ever get better for you? Also.. are those your parents that were talking to you just now?
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[Rex's nostrils flare the second he barks a retort back at Mark, both fists balling up at either side of his weighted musculature. Old habits die hard, and for a good minute and a half, Rex allows his kneejerk tendencies to consume him. Of course the younger boy wouldn't understand. It wasn't the pain of the injury that had made him shed those tears, not entirely- It was the fact that even though he had gotten hurt, his father had been more concerned about the quality of the meat than his own son. A dead animal was somehow more valuable than a living, breathing child.]
...Better? You're askin' me if shit got better?
[The worn imagery of Rex's childhood home fades, giving way to the kind of riotous sound that sears through the air and pierces through one's ear canals. Said noise is accompanied by smoke, debris, and an undeniably hot temperature.
Rex appears unphased by it all.
The dust clears to reveal a kiss between two very young teenagers, one about the size and shape of a smaller Rex, and the other a redheaded girl, un-mistakeably clad in a familiar pink color scheme.]
For a time.
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He silently nods in affirmation when Rex asks that rhetorical question that he probably shouldn't answer but he is distracted when the scenery changes. Mark is startled and simply holds his breath as the next scene plays out exhaling once he recognizes Eve's silhouette (because of course he would really fast..)
Oh man. The image gets clearer. ]
That's Eve!
[ WHAT IS THIS GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST SHIT??? His eyes survey the scene. What was going on? This was a lot it looked like. It seems like they were.. together, of course, and that whole subject is an awkward topic in and of itself, but, the rest of what is happening around them is a great topic changer. ]
What is happening here, Rex?
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[It takes nearly every fragment of his cybergenetically engineered being to keep Rex from blowing up any further. What should ground him is his newfound affection for Mark, but instead, several other factors seem to take the wheel here. Even if he attempted to slap Invincible across the face, it'd do next to nothing. Between the explosive hothead's terrible luck and their vast difference in power, Rex would be most likely to merely injure his own hand.]
Can't you see we're making out?!
[The words are all spat out.]
D'ooooh, god! You might as well have popped out of your mom's baby hole without any eyes attached! Hrrrrgh.
[Rex shuts his own pair of peepers tightly, forcing them closed with such a fervor that for a split-second, he feels as though his eyeballs may have actually been shoved backwards and into his thick skull, past the cavities of the sockets.
This should be a pleasant memory of his first kiss with his first love, but because of his own self destructive buffoonery, it's been tainted. Seeing his parents and having his living situation exposed to someone like Mark, a well-meaning but clueless idiot, has already stirred a ripe storm of emotion inside him. Rex breathes in and out, crouching over and covering his face with his hands, hoping that if he stays like this and counts to ten, perhaps the unwanted picture show will finally cease to exist.]
Fuck! Why are we so loud?!
Who told tweeny-boppers that they had to make sooooo many mouth noises when they're sticking their tongues down each other's throats? I'd rather do time than listen to any of this bullshit! Just cuff me and throw me in jail.
'S not like life hasn't already fucked me up the butt! What's another couple of unadulterated prison buttfucks, hah? Why I oughta...
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Quickly, he pushes those feelings aside because it didn't matter. Not right now. Especially not right now when he and Rex were in an established relationship after Rex had sabotaged his relationship with Eve. Even more so, Mark's feelings didn't matter now that Rex was seeming to have a break down.. with proper reason too. Mark also exhales. It was time for him to look away from all of this cause, yeah, it seemed pretty invasive to watch. The whole occurrence was just very unfair for everyone involved, but especially Rex who seemed to have this memory either repressed back into his mind or maybe.. it was something he thought about too often. ]
... It's alright, Rex. Uh.
[ Oh my god he feels SO AWKWARD being here. ]
Are you still.. not over Eve? Do we need to talk about something?
[ THIS IS AWKWARD TO ASK NOW, ESPECIALLY AS HIS CURRENT BOYFRIEND, BUT YOU KNOW.. ]
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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!
i had to find my zen in order to respond to this.. REX.. HONEY...
Oh. There he goes. Clarifying. That would have been nice to know in that painful matter of seconds where Mark is holding his breath, but he eases out an exhale.
He gives Rex a few moments, noticing the environment was changing. He should have never pressured Rex to watch the tape or anything.. it's just what the prompt was insinuating. He's trying not to focus on the fact that this is ultimately his fault since he should be putting his focus on someone else right now. Someone else that was hurting. Someone else that he cared about. It's a little foolish, but Mark reaches out and settles a hand on Rex's shoulder, ignoring the display around them (no matter how tempting it may be to look...)
Mark's eyebrows pull together, a stern expression fixing on his face. ]
.. To help you.
[ Learn HOW to help you cause he doesn't even know. He can't even say he understands or anything like that because it's obvious now, Mark has a visual of what he's been through. ]
Whatever it takes. Do you even know?
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.