"Why didn't you go with the others to the bar?" Mark asks, half curiously, as he places himself with his wheelchair by his side on the couch.

Instead of going with the other counselors to town to drink, you decided to stay in camp with Mark and some others. Now the night is quiet, and the cabin is comfortingly warm, shielding from the cold summer breeze.

"You probably would've had more fun there." Mark adds, softly, eyes shirting from you to the TV.

He's sure you didn't do it out of pity.