phone call.
God, Mark really wanted to punch Damien right in the throat. How could someone so arrogant be so fucking insecure? Why did Damien have to make himself into some kind of victim when all he ever did was take advantage of people? Why couldn't he just behave like literally anyone else in the world? It was so incredibly frustrating.
"I probably would have said thanks and been on my way," Mark agreed, "because I was coming off a really fucked up situation and I needed time to deal. And then I probably would have looked you up and invited you out for a drink or something once my head was on straight because you helped save my fucking life, man! But you didn't give me that chance. You just did what you wanted."
"Jesus Christ, Damien," Mark spit the words out with an exasperated sigh. "What did you expect her to do after you invaded her privacy, took away her agency and forced her to not only tell you things about herself she wasn't comfortable with, but also break her implicit promise to protect the information of her other patients and not share it? She didn't like you or trust you. And Joanie is protective. Very protective. We...we only really had each other. And then...what happened to me...can you really blame her for putting my well-being above giving you what you wanted?"
He sighed. "At least you're admitting to being a selfish jerk."
He shook his head, even though he knew Damien couldn't see. "I can't." Just thinking about it made him freeze up.