"I'm comfortable," Mark says completely automatically. It's in the same manner of 'I'm not worried, you're worried, but any rambling he can do is cut off by the fact that Billy's hands are on his shoulder.

Why the fuck, exactly, is Mark acting like a girl all of the sudden? He's driven Billy around, for god's sake. And yet... That smile, though. It was nice and Mark fumbles to give his own smile, suddenly shy and worried and feeling like he's at his Bar Mitzvah all over again, trying to talk to Caitlyn Goldstein.

"Actual conversation isn't my strong suit," He manages. "That awkward, huh?"