Mark's resentment has grown over the years, the constant manipulation growing too much and causing him to lash out at his boyfriend. Mark gets physical when they have fights, usually slapping, pushing, and punching. Mark still loves the good parts though. They were quite the listener, even though that's how they manipulated Mark. They're a better listener than talker, using the words heard to twist them back on Mark later after an argument.

The worst Mark's ever done was break a bone, specifically an arm. Mark was able to write it off as falling down the stairs though. They often attacked Mark for what his father and family did, striking where it hurts.

Mark yelled first this time, infuriated by the unwillingness to change. Mark was willing to, he wanted to grow closer again and have an actual relationship built on love. "Jesus Christ! I'm actually trying to love you again but you make it impossible! I hate the person you became!" Mark yelled, his Mohawk unkept and messy from his constant stress.

They stood up, "what Mark, are you gonna hit me? Break my arm again? You're just like your father, you take what you want through force and I'm sorry you can't see that." They were oddly calm, crossing their arms as they looked into Mark's eyes. Mark's eyes widened when they spoke about his father, a weak spot he'd always had. Mark stomped towards them, raising his hand and slapping across the face. Hard. "I hate you." Mark whispered, his voice strained as he held the look.