"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!"
[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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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.