[31: video/more mirror writing]

[paper_knight]

The wall cameras have once again caught Mark pacing, mug in hand. It's business as usual, except the office he's pacing isn't his own--it's less cluttered, with an ugly carpet instead of floorboards and a table covered in coffee paraphernalia where Mark's couch would be.

Eventually his pacing takes him to the mirror against the far wall, which

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[alwaysbythebook]

Here.

He went through with it, huh?

[paper_knight]

He nods.

You didn't see?

[alwaysbythebook]

He keeps his mirrors covered. I heard some, but

I left after a while.

Didn't know he had it in him.

[paper_knight]

Mark eyes the discarded shirt. It hadn't covered the whole mirror. But this Stango is more polite.

It was a waste.
I don't

He stops himself there and wipes his side of the glass down with his sleeve.

It's been almost two days. Should I be worried?

TWO DAYS LATER

[playingbadcop]

Finally, Benny revives. Sounds indicative of life begin to come from the bedroom: rustling, coughing, and soft streams of profanity.

[paper_knight]

Ben's time estimate had helped Mark calm down, but he's still been in and out of the bedroom any number of times over the last couple days, checking endlessly on Benny. It's a relief to be able to warn him with a knock.

[playingbadcop]

He'd been pacing. He stops.

"Yeah?" he says cautiously.

[paper_knight]

He swings the door open a bit.

"Hey."

Sudden awkwardness. It hadn't felt right to leave before, but now that he sees Benny on his feet he's having his doubts.

"There's--I made coffee. If you want it."