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[what is he supposed to do about this? in Olvoski, being housed and protected was an obligation -- a part of a job for a greater cause, an effort to keep monsters at bay and the number of weapons high. being cared for was a burden -- for his father, who died for it; for his mother, who lost Peter for it; for his sister, who lost them both for it. the others, too, in other ways...Alex, losing the safety net Peter had been...that was all on Martin -- he ruined all that. what good did caring for him do?

Rex stands to get nothing good out of looking after him. after all, what's happened since? attacks, break-ins, a death? he swung a door on his head once. he blasted his gut-problems out to an entire network of strangers. he wound up getting him roped into becoming temporary youth league soccer referee, just out of bumbling.

the bad things blind Martin to a lot of the quiet and good there is, because any of that good? his heart convinces him that it's all secret and stolen. feeling safe is just a consequence of being in the way, and being praised only the result of not bumbling too much for a moment. it's all been at Rex's expense -- this person who never needed to look out for him at all; he could've just let him get plowed over by that truck that night.

instead, he says Martin has value, and that he want him to stay. to not ever try and vanish. those are the kinds of things he's desperate to hear and believe, because as sad as he may be? he still wants to be wanted.

Peter wanted him. he'd said so. Darkovs don't lie.

Rex doesn't lie either, does he?]

Yes, sir. [he gulps, his expression tormented by the effort it's taking to not crumble into tears.] Yes, please. Sir.

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Right. Then it's settled.

[ Rex looks at the crumpled, awful expression on Martin's face, and he raises one hand to cup the back of his neck, heel of his hand resting along Martin's jawline, before he finally lets his hands fall back to his sides. He'd spent all day hiking to get here but that hardly means anything to someone like Rex. He's used to these sorts of treks lasting entire days, weeks if he's unlucky, and a single day's work is hardly worth mentioning.

Somehow, he feels exhausted anyway. Maybe they don't give civvies enough credit. This is so much more difficult than he had expected it to be. ]

I'll speak with Akira. We leave first thing tomorrow.

[ Which would be a lovely way to end things if not for one extra tidbit - minutes later, Rex suddenly sits up straight, halfway through a ration, and swears. ]

I forgot to feed the kriffing fish.