Collins sighed, "Mark..."
How many times can you say someone's name before it loses all meaning?
He may not know Mark as well as Roger did, but he knew Mark well enough and he was smart enough to realize this reassurance of how okay things were was entirely fake. Especially, compared to the reality of the near break down only moments earlier.
"You really thought you could fool me?" Collins shook his head, a wry smile across his lips, "Come on, Mark, give me some credit. I know you better than that."
He sat down on the edge of the bed again, "Listen to me, you can't take this all on your own. And I won't let you, you understand. I'm going to worry, it's only natural you two mean a lot to me. Hell, I'm protective what can I say?" Collins continued strongly, "But if you don't tell me what's going on... I'm going to make my own half crazed imaginings about what the hell could possibly be going on and worry in excess and feel more guilty because I'm not doing jack shit to help."
Collins smiled, "So Mark Cohen, you better start being real with me or I'll call you boys an excessive amount and use my skills of annoyance to force some realism from you."