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Who: Mark Campbell and Justin Carlisle
What: Heart to heart
Where: South Beach, Staten Island
When: Friday after lunch
Mark would always be an Aussie at heart. He had grown up with the beach a stone's throw away, so it was in his blood, despite that fact the Manhattan corporate world was now his bread and butter. He had decided to take his leave from work after all so he could spend time with Justin and make sure the poor kid was at least still breathing. When Gen went to work that morning mumbling something about pain in the arse brothers, Mark had been left with Justin once again. Once again, Justin hadn't slept well during the night. There had even been a screaming nightmare that woke Mark and Gen up with a fright, but when Mark rushed into the teen's new bedroom, Justin had woken up clearly spooked but said he was okay and just wanted a glass of water. Mark didn't push it, but every time he checked on Justin from there on, the light was either on in the bedroom, or he was tossing and turning. He must have eventually fallen into a deep sleep, though, because he was out like a light when Mark and Gen were up, so Mark just let him sleep.
And he ended up sleeping until lunchtime. It had given Mark a lot of time to think about the situation and the piecemeal information he had so far. What it all boiled down to was that Mark needed to talk to the kid, he needed to try to open those lines of communication and show Justin he could trust him, and could confide in him if he needed to. Once Justin was awake, Mark suggested they take a drive to the beach, and Justin wasn't what Mark would classify as keen, but he seemed to want to spend time with Mark, whatever they were doing. They were now sitting on one of the benches together, Mark nursing a grande double shot latte and Justin was poking at a cup of ice cream that he hadn't each much of to the point it was becoming a runny messy of nuts and chocolate sauce. "You don't have to eat that if you don't want to, love," he told the teenager, the endearment just coming naturally, albeit with yet another look of concern at the boy. I just want you to know, kiddo, that you can talk to me about anything. I'm not going to lie, you've been worrying me ever since you got here and I'm not sure how I can help you. I want to. I want to help you in all the ways you needed me to when you got there, but I can't do that unless you talk to me about what's making you feel messed up. Here, come here..." he said, taking the ice cream from Justin and putting it aside on the bench so he could wrap his arm around the boy's shoulders in a hug.
What: Heart to heart
Where: South Beach, Staten Island
When: Friday after lunch
Mark would always be an Aussie at heart. He had grown up with the beach a stone's throw away, so it was in his blood, despite that fact the Manhattan corporate world was now his bread and butter. He had decided to take his leave from work after all so he could spend time with Justin and make sure the poor kid was at least still breathing. When Gen went to work that morning mumbling something about pain in the arse brothers, Mark had been left with Justin once again. Once again, Justin hadn't slept well during the night. There had even been a screaming nightmare that woke Mark and Gen up with a fright, but when Mark rushed into the teen's new bedroom, Justin had woken up clearly spooked but said he was okay and just wanted a glass of water. Mark didn't push it, but every time he checked on Justin from there on, the light was either on in the bedroom, or he was tossing and turning. He must have eventually fallen into a deep sleep, though, because he was out like a light when Mark and Gen were up, so Mark just let him sleep.
And he ended up sleeping until lunchtime. It had given Mark a lot of time to think about the situation and the piecemeal information he had so far. What it all boiled down to was that Mark needed to talk to the kid, he needed to try to open those lines of communication and show Justin he could trust him, and could confide in him if he needed to. Once Justin was awake, Mark suggested they take a drive to the beach, and Justin wasn't what Mark would classify as keen, but he seemed to want to spend time with Mark, whatever they were doing. They were now sitting on one of the benches together, Mark nursing a grande double shot latte and Justin was poking at a cup of ice cream that he hadn't each much of to the point it was becoming a runny messy of nuts and chocolate sauce. "You don't have to eat that if you don't want to, love," he told the teenager, the endearment just coming naturally, albeit with yet another look of concern at the boy. I just want you to know, kiddo, that you can talk to me about anything. I'm not going to lie, you've been worrying me ever since you got here and I'm not sure how I can help you. I want to. I want to help you in all the ways you needed me to when you got there, but I can't do that unless you talk to me about what's making you feel messed up. Here, come here..." he said, taking the ice cream from Justin and putting it aside on the bench so he could wrap his arm around the boy's shoulders in a hug.