"I think it's about all of us, mate. We're a family and I happen to think we're a pretty damn awesome one. But that also means that when any of us is going through something shit that hurts, we all do. So, nope, I don't think I can let you dilute your needs because of it. You're not putting this on anyone, that's why we're here. And we're going to be here for you even while we're trying to weather Justin's traumatic responses." Mark rubbed Sam's back, trying to remind him however he could that he was there for him. He might not have all the answers and not one person in their family might know how to navigate any of this but one thing they always did top notch was take care of each other, especially when they were going through a rough trot. "You need to spew? You want me to get you some tea or a Gatorade?"

He got up and grabbed a sick bag from the dispenser on the wall and brought it over for Sam just in case. "You know, Gen was asking me if my demon hangover might be me tapping into the twin-sense and I think she might've had a point if I hadn't been actually hungover at the time." He thought quietly for a bit. When Justin stirred just a little and his head slipped off the extra pillow, Mark carefully nursed his head while he fixed it without Justin even waking. "Or were you really close to all that again, Sammy, and it just scared you to admit it because you never thought you'd have it again after Michelle?"