Any thought of being mad--which he wasn't, not really, just touchy--went out the window. Pale, slender hands clasped around his own pasty ones and he looks momentarily confused, looking down.
"I knew what you meant," He confesses. He doesn't feel too bad about the CHAOS example--he doesn't know any better. And he knows Billy doesn't, either, and that he was just trying to gently pry. "I guess I'm just so passionate about what I do, I kind of forget the world exists. So when someone thinks I'm hiding behind it it's sort of just a knee-jerk reaction."
There'a also the fact that Billy is 100% right. And while Mark is sensitive and in touch with himself, he's not a wilting flower. You have to have thick skin in order to live in alphabet city, he thinks.
"So--wednesday night. Maureen's spoken word. You're in?"
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"I knew what you meant," He confesses. He doesn't feel too bad about the CHAOS example--he doesn't know any better. And he knows Billy doesn't, either, and that he was just trying to gently pry. "I guess I'm just so passionate about what I do, I kind of forget the world exists. So when someone thinks I'm hiding behind it it's sort of just a knee-jerk reaction."
There'a also the fact that Billy is 100% right. And while Mark is sensitive and in touch with himself, he's not a wilting flower. You have to have thick skin in order to live in alphabet city, he thinks.
"So--wednesday night. Maureen's spoken word. You're in?"