“Yeah, no shit,” he rolls his eyes with a soft huff of a laugh.

He laces his fingers behind his head, “When do you think, between making my parents be cool with me eating ice cream for dinner for a week straight, my teachers decide we don’t need homework all month, and willing someone to kiss me in a bar in LA, I might have ever been able to figure out how the fuck social cues even work?”

All very random, and very true examples of things he’d done, from early on. Mark wants honesty? Well, there’s a chunk of it. “I keep telling you I don’t know how this shit works, I guess you get a front-row ticket to it now.”

“Plus,” a smirk touches his lips. “you don’t actually mind it.” He can feel that.