"Didn't say you were used to it. Said you were made for it," Mark reminds her quickly, arching his brow, half-tempted to reach out and bump a fist against her shoulder, only the movement seems like it'd be trying too hard. (Maybe he is trying too hard, he someitmes thinks to himself, with a girl who isn't his to flirt with, a girl who isn't at all attainable in the long run. She's got a boyfriend who knows her well, and even if they broke up, seems like it'd just be asking for trouble if anything happened. He attempts to remind himself that.)

(Really attempts.)

"But yeah, three sisters. So, you know. Getting lost in my own world, namely that of the laptop, probably wasn't that much of a stretch. Better than trying to follow their reasoning as they obsessed about their Barbie dolls and the like. Though, they're cool. Divergent interests aside, I get along pretty well with all of them."