[ He can feel the heat across his own cheeks, but Eve's smile pretty much outright confirms that it's there. Which only intensifies it, even as Mark valiantly tries to carry on like normal. ]

First thing... Oh man. You know I love your treehouse, but I kind of... maybe want to stay where other people are? Don't get me wrong, I still want to spend my every waking moment with you, but after everything I think I want to be around other people too. It's like, they're who we do all of this for, and I don't think I want that to get lost...

[ His voice trails off, a little uncertain, head ducking down to look at the parts of the island where he can see more civilization than not. It sucks to have made such an exciting topic that much heavier, but judging by her earlier forced smile, maybe they're on the same page here. They are on the same page more often than not, it feels like.

Looking back up at her, trying to lighten the mood. ]

I mean, we can always make more money after, right? [ Except his method of making money is... being under contract to stop bad guys and save good ones. Which is also tough, when he thinks about it. Shit. Mark coughs, rubs the back of his head. ] I think I'm realizing just now how much I need a break.

[ Surely they can both be forgiven for that. Surely, after everything that's happened. Physically he's fine, but emotionally, the fumes might just be running out. He gives a little laugh, trying to lighten the mood this time for real. ]

I bet seeing the bottom of the ocean floor away from Atlantis will be way cooler anyway.

[ If they could not have to fight anything while on this vacation, that would also be great, ]