Mark. Stupid, stupid Mark. He was rambling to Rex about how he took his girlfriend flying and out on a cute date or something... Rex doesn’t care.

He doesn’t! Just because he almost blew off his own hands trying to fly in the training room doesn’t mean he cares. He just thinks flying is cool. He’s never taken you out on something stupid like that and he doesn’t need to.

Oh, god, is he a bad boyfriend?

About ten minutes of panic, crippling guilt, and last-minute planning later, you get a knock on your window. By the time you open it to check out the noise, you see Rex leaning on your balcony, the Guardian’s flying bike floating idly behind him.

“Before you say anything, I’m totally allowed to use this,” he says quickly, completely lying. What? This definitely counts as ‘Guardians business’.

“You wanna get out of here?”