[ He didn't want to say it, he couldn't say it. He spent his entire life avoiding feelings like this, and now after Mark he just... his eyes screwed tight for a moment, then he inhaled deep before he finally looked at him. ]

If ya don't want me talkin' to Shane, alright, I won't. 'n maybe I'm not a fling, maybe I'm something better, but it honestly doesn't matter, does it? This is probably it, you know? Honestly, what are even our chances for survival here? We're buggered, mate, mortal, immortal, it don't matter, it's all gonna come crashing down within a month. Or maybe we're all dead already. Just... agh.

[ He brought his hands up to run his hands through his hair, mumbling something low and vulgar as he turned to leave, unable to face down those sad brown eyes any longer. ]