[ In addition to the physical pain, that groaning hurts on like, an emotional level. As does the hard stare, and Mark braces himself for what's going to come out of Rex's mouth.

Winces as it starts to come back to him. Hunches down on himself, like if he makes himself smaller it'll erase everything that happened the night before, and he won't be here anymore. ]

I— They make driving look really easy... [ His voice trails off into nothing, because that's apparently the best he can do for an excuse, and he knows it sucks. This sucks. He might suck right now? ] I didn't know the pedals would be so sensitive.

[ And he regrets that as soon as he says it, because, super-lead foot. What was he expecting, of course he has to mitigate himself constantly. Why would it be any different for a car.

A really cool car. Which probably means a really expensive car. Which probably means he's screwed, but, more importantly — ]

Are you okay? [ A beat as he subconsciously tries to go for the puppy dog eyes look, like a self-defence mechanism. Make Rex less mad at him, even if he totally deserves it. ] I mean if the car became a... cube...

[ Because that would mean. A lot of damage, ]