Head First, Fearless // Fog Open
Mark had tought about giving a heads-up to the younger variants about what life was like for him now, but it just didn't seem to sink in with them. It was hard to try and explain years of a relationship to someone who never met Rosanna. It didn't sound right to someone who was in the middle of building a team that Mark was doing his best work secluded in his room. He eventually gave up trying to catch them up, asked them to tread lightly, and sent them on their way. The second to youngest somehow worried him more than the actual child he had to keep his eyes on and care for. His anxious and optimistic babyfaces self who had never been on campus before the day he materialized here in the fog. Mark would check on him, wondering what he was getting up to, if he was really as desperate as he'd felt back then. He always acted well-adjusted, at least. In reality, he was trying hard to make some connections while he had the time. He tried to venture off Greek row first as if he had a second chance at college our Mark didn't experience. The path not traveled. Maybe it be the answer to why he'd been here so long. Maybe it could have played out differently. His newest attempt had him limping back to Greek row after trying out for a sport he ain't never played before. So now dirty and scuffed up, he lay in the grass letting himself catch his breath.
