(Reaches down, lifts Mark’s chin) He doesn’t fight anymore. That’s the awakening. Isn’t it, honey?
I’m looking.
I am not your husband! I am your witness. My purpose is to see you. To validate you. To… clean up afterward. My pleasure is your pleasure. My needs are irrelevant.
(Quietly) I am not your husband. I am your witness.
(Voice cracks) Yes.
(Long pause. Mark’s face cycles through shame, arousal, and surrender.)