"Up?" He asked with a mouthful of s'more so that wasn't the most coherent of replies, but by the time he swallowed he had a more thoughtful one. "I love him, he hates me, it's one of those kind of things I suppose." He sucked on his sticky thumb, then rolled his eyes a bit. "He gave me a test he knew I'd fail, then threw the shitfit of the century when I did. Like, honestly, say you came here without Mags, but you were lonely and there was someone at your side who you cared a lot about and was willing to give it a go with you. Maybe you'd be perfect and turn that down, but I couldn't, I wanted to stop feeling like shite and seeing visions of Mark everywhere."

His mouth was twisted up into a painful-looking frown as he began to pick apart a marshmallow, tossing the pieces into the fire. "I still see him sometimes, dream of him... any-bloody-way, I was sick of sleeping alone and loved my boy to bits anyway so why not? Except he's threatened by the fae who isn't even here, uses some of his ruddy dream-magic to turn into him, make me think he's Mark, so naturally when I say of course I still love him what does Vin do? Flip out! As if I was going to be over him in a few months? Really? "

The rest of the marshmallow met a fiery fate as Vex threw the remainder in. "I know why he did it, he's just insecure. I get it. I told him let's try again, and he's told me to fuck off, so I don't know. I think I'm done with love."