She thought she was having a long day, what about him? She had completely killed his routine, invaded his privacy, and dug into emotions that he had not wish to reveal. Mark grumbled under his breath unintelligibly after her comment about wine being non-negotiable. There was no point in arguing with the woman, so he hobbled along with his cane, following along as she pushed the cart into the store and kept his head low as the greeter welcomed them. The lobster sounded good, as did some shrimp. His eyes took note of all the healthy food she was piling into the cart, his stomach lurched at the sight of broccoli, he hated the stuff, asparagus could be good if cooked correctly, though if she wanted to boil it he would discard it to the side like rubbish.<br/><br/>When Eliza left Mark with the cart he pushed toward some shrimp, picking some up, along with a few lobster tails, some garlic, butter, white rice, and a granola based cereal with raisins in it. He also headed back and grabbed a few red potatoes and some Yukon potatoes as well. If she was going to throw things his way that were too healthy he was going to at least make sure some of the food tasted good. He walked with her to the checkout stand, watched as she paid for the groceries, and even helped load a few bags into the trunk of her car.<br/><br/>Mark paid little attention to what Eliza was doing with her phone, completely oblivious to the fact that she was texting a friend of hers. He thought about her statement and her question both. He decided there was no harm in answering them, talking about it, but he decided to wait a little bit. He knew it may have been irritating to her, so he gave her a small nibble for now. "In short yes I always wanted to play. We can discuss it more back at the boat." It was a promise he intended on keeping. While she unloaded groceries he sat outside in his spot, looking out over the lake, protected from the rain that was pattering down.<br/><br/>There was something about the gray colored sky that was appealing to him. He enjoyed the doom and gloom weather that usually dragged other people down. He wiped his hand across his face as he saw Eliza come out with all of his remaining beer in boxes. It was sad to see it go, but he had agreed to things, and simply grumbled some more. Soon enough though he was enjoying the scenery again when Eliza handed him a glass of lemonade and sat down beside him. "Yes it is peaceful, I love it here honestly, despite all of the grumblings, alcohol, and stuff, it is the tranquility of this place that keeps me alive and going." He took a sip of the lemonade that Eliza had given him. "Typical reporter, all sorts of questions, I get it though, you want on my good side, you want a story, if you really truly want to be my friend I would tell you to get your sweet little ass off my boat and never look back, but we both know that ain't gonna happen right?"<br/><br/>The question was rhetorical, he didn't give her a chance to answer even if she wanted to. He didn't care what she had to say, his sip was brief and quick. He had a story to tell. "So you wanted to know if I always wanted to play, like I said, yes I did. From an early age I watched football games with my dad, we bet on them even when I was four. I had a knack back then for analyzing how well a player would do in situations and I usually won. When I started playing the game came naturally to me, and I was lucky enough to be athletically gifted. I could hurl the football extreme distances even in my youth, and with impeccable accuracy. As I played and had success I enjoyed it, those were the moments my father was proud of me, when Cancer took him from my life my mom committed suicide, I was sixteen, football is what drove me after that. It was where I could remain happy, jovial, and that was where my new family was. My teammates, many of whom I had played with since I was five, were all there for me. The high school coach took me in until I went to college, and after that I never looked back." Mark was slightly winded from telling that story, it also had clearly dug up some hard emotions, he took a drink, waiting for any sort of response, not wanting at all to continue in those details for now. He wanted to move on, but he understood if she wanted to try and follow up, he was prepared for that much from a reporter.