That I can tell Mark anything.  Often I tell him far too much and yet he never runs away screaming, "Ahhhh!  I can't take it anymore!"  It's sad that I expect him to every time I tell him something new or I step over a line that often I created myself.  It shows either how tollerant he is or how little I value my own self.  I am not quite sure which.  He remains to be unlike anyone else I have had in my life so far and the truth is that I love that most about him.