There’s knowing and there’s talking about it and he’s glad they aren’t doing the latter. He isn’t sure he has the bandwidth to go down that road after the emotional whiplash roller coaster today has already been. To think, a few hours ago, he hadn’t even known Mark was here. So much had been said in those few hours. And just as much remained unspoken, too.

“Maybe you’ll find a new musical,” he points out, “only one way to find out.” Is he actually willingly signing himself up to watch a musical? Yes. He doesn’t have strong opinions about them either way, but even the idea of them brightens something in Mark and Damien kind of likes that.

He grabs the empty containers from their new food adventure and gets up from the couch to toss it in the trash. There’s a little shuffling around the kitchenette and he comes back with a bottle of water that he sets on the nightstand before he drops mostly gracelessly onto the bed, flicking the tv one with the remote.

They could find something agreeable for the two of them, probably.