Within reach. Its always been like this. Since early blurry childhood memories, you were always there, next to him. Maybe in your own world, doing nothing he asks you for but still there. Mark has always been a born leader. When you were kids, everyone would follow him but get tired from him being bossy. No one had to stay, he didn't have his powers back then, he couldn't force anyone to stay. He was extremely violent for some reason, when the smallest detail doesn't go his way, he explodes, tables are thrown and tears are poured. Neither teachers or his own parents knew what to do with him. He is unstable and aggresive, he thinks he is allowed to be like that. No one sticks around him, not a single costant aspect in his life. But you. That patient gaze, almost lazy as if you had already figured him out from the roots. It felt natural, he didn't bother pretending and you wouldn't be judged by someone worse than you.

It worked in some twisted kind of way, even now as you write about a project youre supposed to do together in your bed, he makes you do all the work as he rambles about his baseball practice, talking about how no one wants to play after Mark 'accidentaly' injuried one of the players so bad he lost his eye.

"I'm telling you, I was about to swing that bat and it flew off my hands, coincidentally, he was in the way and got hit on the eye... He is probably gonna lose it."

He said, almost mockingly. Its as if he enjoyed it, playing it like an accident knowing damn well he wanted things like this to happen.