He laughs, a genuine, honest-to-God real sound and shakes his head. “Yeah… probably.”

When he’s not being overwhelmed by it or panicking about thoughts in his head that haven’t even happened (and won’t, he reminds himself), this empathy thing isn’t completely terrible. This giddy, warm, bright thing that’s setting up camp in the center of his chest while Mark flops back into the mattress? It’s something he could try getting used to.