He nods a little. He can’t begrudge him that. At least he tried to keep him out of there, as long as possible.

“Stop,” he mutters. “God, you’re gonna choke me with all that.” He swallows and stares down at his shoes. “It’s done and over with, don’t worry about it.”

Telling someone to leave the past behind when his dreams keep him living his nearly every night? Yeah. The irony is not lost on him. But Mark deserves better.