[Rex's words are so harsh, it's laughable how easily he lets himself be handled with such tenderness. It occurs to him, whilst the backdrop of Danaca fades to black, that although this is far from his first kiss, it's something he's craved. Mark's affection. To be close to him, for their relationship to be intimate in a real way- Emotionally.]
"Elevate?" But, you just said that we didn't... That we aren't...
[During that brief, affectionate exchange, Rex's mind is accosted by an image of that red-haired girl once more, only she is now a good deal older, sporting pink, fuzzy earmuffs and a furrowed brow. They are standing in the snow, watching a family through an open window. A man and a woman, middle-aged adults, laugh as a small toddler runs joyously in front of an elaborately decorated Christmas tree, and she, the mother figure... Is cradling an infant wrapped in cloth. They are his family, Rex's family, celebrating a life without him in a house far warmer and far more comfortable than any he's ever known.
Rex stumbles backwards, almost losing his footing, grasping at thin air. The chairs and tables, too, are disappearing.]
Are we, like, boyfriends? Are we in love? Do you love me?
[Each question fires off one by one, individual bullets, headed straight for Rex's own heart. He feels humiliated, spilling out raw emotions all out in the open like that, and only moves further away from the other boy.]
I'm askin' all the wrong questions. I'll, um...
[Rex turns to run in the opposite direction.
He fails to realize that Mark, also, was able to sneak a peek at that glimmer of the past.]
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"Elevate?" But, you just said that we didn't... That we aren't...
[During that brief, affectionate exchange, Rex's mind is accosted by an image of that red-haired girl once more, only she is now a good deal older, sporting pink, fuzzy earmuffs and a furrowed brow. They are standing in the snow, watching a family through an open window. A man and a woman, middle-aged adults, laugh as a small toddler runs joyously in front of an elaborately decorated Christmas tree, and she, the mother figure... Is cradling an infant wrapped in cloth. They are his family, Rex's family, celebrating a life without him in a house far warmer and far more comfortable than any he's ever known.
Rex stumbles backwards, almost losing his footing, grasping at thin air. The chairs and tables, too, are disappearing.]
Are we, like, boyfriends? Are we in love? Do you love me?
[Each question fires off one by one, individual bullets, headed straight for Rex's own heart. He feels humiliated, spilling out raw emotions all out in the open like that, and only moves further away from the other boy.]
I'm askin' all the wrong questions. I'll, um...
[Rex turns to run in the opposite direction.
He fails to realize that Mark, also, was able to sneak a peek at that glimmer of the past.]
Go.