"Mark, please just be straight with me. I don't want to overstep any boundaries, but I care so much for you. Please trust me enough to tell me about your troubles."
At least, that's what I want to say.
I manage, just barely, "Please talk to me." My voice is weak and cracks and I'm so nervous. My hand still rests upon Mark's arm, but I start shaking so much I'm afraid he'll notice, so I hastily remove it.
He stares at me for a long while before he nods. "Okay. Let's go home, we'll talk there."
So we walk slowly, almost hesitantly, to his car. The entire ride is silent, save for the faint sound of the radio playing low.
The ride home seems longer than the ride to the restaurant.
I rest my chin upon my arm, which is propped up against the door, and gaze out the window. Why am I so nervous?
To get closer, even just a fraction, to Mark... I think that's what I desire most.
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Rough Day
FanfictionMark's had a rough day/week. I'm so awkward and shy, but I want to help him! How can I help him, when my own feelings get in the way? Markiplier/Reader. ((bc I felt the need to cheer up mark after a recent video, but can't lol..))
