It was such a heavy question, Mark didn't know what to do with it at first. His thoughts had been so consumed with Justin, Sash, and Sam that he knew he stopped taking care of himself. It had been happening slowly before all this but he thought it was just the frustration of not being able to work, being away from New York, the uncertainty of the world. He spent so much time focusing on Justin's mental health that it was easy to forget about his own, until the shit hit the fan and he wasn't able to keep it together. He tried to drown in the bottom of a bottle the first chance he had because thinking about losing his twin was too much. Far, far too fucking much. "Um..." After he wiped his eyes with a tissue, he shredded it between his fingers. "If all this wasn't going on, maybe. Just... distant, passing thoughts. I wouldn't act on it. At least, not sober. I guess that's where the problem is. I'm just tired, Sammy."