She never asked anything, thinking that he would tell her when he was ready to. One night she opened the door to find a very drunk Mark leaning again...t the wall. Surprised, and a little scared, she pulled him inside and got him to lie down in her bedroom. Mark never drank much, always restricting himself to one bottle of beer or just one or two glasses of wine. Finding him like this was disturbing. After about half an hour of drunken rambling about a girl called Candice who had broken his. The whole time, it was like he was a temporary you. I don’t know why I thought that, because he wasn’t, obviously. He was a complete dick, and you’re so not. But it was like he was holding your place until you came back. Always just as friends, I thought. But then...”She shrugged. I was now feeling quite tense.“Then?” I asked softly.“Then I kind of stopped thinking about you when I was with him. See, right after you left, it was easy: you were always on my mind, even when I was with Brian. But. He stared at her back for a long time before leaving the apartment.What the heck was that all about?"Hello, Carolina. I didn't expect you so early today." Hello, Miss Sue. I hope that I didn't disturb anything." She had a knowing grin on her face."Why didn't you join us when I invited you?"Her face hardened. "I don't like that son of a bitch." How do you know who it was?"I saw a bit of a blush creeping onto her cheeks."He is Mr. Greg's son, no?" Yes, but how did you know that?" I recognized the. "That's so not like Bob." She paused, her flickering thoughts showing on her face."You know," she continued. "There may be another issue at work here." Rob looked up, emotions warring on his face."Bob's been a mentor to you and treated you like a protégé. Could it be that you both overreacted because you look to him as a father, and he looks to you as a son?"Shock overcame all other emotions as he realized that that was exactly how he felt. Bob had been there from the beginning, offering help.