From the shadows comes a form. I know it's Mark from the looping strides that almost look like a moon-walk. Somehow I think the gravity has been turned down only around him. I try to keep my smile on the inside only, he really wouldn't like his gait to be a source of amusement. For all his casualness he's paper thin underneath. He'd never lash out, only make a self-deprecating joke, but I see the hurt in his eyes the other's don't. It's a good thing too, a bleeding heart gets you nowhere in this town and I kinda like having him around.