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You and me both.

You seem upset.

It seems to creep back in now and then even when you don't want it too.

I'm a little upset, yeah. [Which is Mark speak for "I'm freaking out" since usually he doesn't admit to being upset about most things. But also in true Mark form, he covers that up with something else.] But I'll be okay.

Usually with a gun.

...no. You're not okay. What happened?

Did the past come up to bite you in the buttocks?

A confrontation I wasn't ready for. I know who wrecked the center. And I know who sent the photos of Sam and I. I don't have any proof but... I know.

Yeah. It seems to happen sometimes... to everyone. Just a bad day... or a good day turned bad.

Tell me.

Wanna go for ice cream? I don't know if it'll help but it might make you feel better.

My ex boyfriend, who I haven't actually seen in almost five years. I think he threatened me... [Clearly Mark is still in shock since he still sounds so confused about it all. And if he weren't still in shock, he would probably take a bit more prodding to talk so openly about it.] But I can't really tell. My brain is all frazzled, I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

What's his name?

Adam. I think he's using again. His eyes didn't look... right.

[He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled again, trying not to lose his cool again.] I have a terrible past with him Matt. But I don't want you to think less of me.

I don't know if I can go out again right now. It's so nice of you to offer though. How about a rain check?

How could I of all people think less of you?

Does he have a last name?

I don't know. Some people think psychologists have no problems... and you're a friend... Sam's friend.

Coffm-... what are you gonna do?

Well I could come over with some homemade fig ice cream? It's really good!

I've never had fig ice cream. Yes please.

It's pretty good if I can toot my own horn. Okay, I'll find my cooler and come over in a couple of minutes.

[Gabriel is sure to his word and pops over within a few minutes of texting that he was on his way. Thankfully Mark lives in Brooklyn so its not a huge hike like it is to get to most of his friends houses. He rings the buzzer and waits patiently for the other, mostly because he's not entirely sure he has the right directions. He has a tendency to do that.]

I don't know a single person with no problems, Mark.

Check up on him.

Oh. I didn't hurt him. He just... I might have a few bruises around my jaw but it's nothin' that won't heal. He just got a little rough and I... failed at doin' anything but gettin' away.

...in hindsight I wish I'd punched him or somethin'. Which isn't very nice of me, I know. But... yeah. I'm havin' a really bad day.

[Mark looks down to the front and buzzes Gabriel in. He goes outside of his apartment just to the stair railing and looks down.] Hey, Gabriel. We're up here. Second floor.

What's his last name?

I'm sure Sam would love for me to give you his last name. He tried to go after him. But... the subways.

Matt... I can't send you there. We're... you and I are workin' on things that are probably contradictory to your... checkin' up on him. I'm thinkin' about you, not me.

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If you don't tell me, I'll just read your mind, Mark.

I'm not going to kill him.

Adam... Coffman. Adam Coffman.

What are you gonna do?

Thank you.

Check on him. See exactly what the fuck he's up to.

...I think he's using again. Meth or heroine... he had a thing for both back in the day. Just be careful, please?

I'm a professional.

Okay... okay. [He doesn't sound at all sure. But then he's had a hard day.]

Hey! [He hollers from the bottom before scaling the steps up to Marks place thankfully he actually got the right building. When he makes it to the second floor he hands Mark a cooler with a broad smile.]

Once you have this ice cream you'll never want any other kind! I've perfected it! It's a fig base with fig in it!

[He claps him on the shoulder.]

It's gonna work out. Promise.