Amnesia (M2702 x reader)

7

"That's exactly what happened and nobody still knows why the ADS went offline," He says and runs his hand through his hair.

'So did he really say the last part?' I think.

"How long was I in a coma?"

"Almost a year, and if I'm being Annus, one of my worst years." 

(Sorry, I couldn't help it. Also what Mark is speaking of is called 'Annus Horribilis', translating from Latin to 'Horrible Year')

"I need you to be honest with me."

"Of course, Y/n. Why would I not be?"

I tell him the last part. "Was that a dream, or was that real, too?"

"It's real, and I'll tell you so again."

"You don't have to." I lay down and make grabby hands at him.

"What?"

"I'm still cold, and I want cuddles."

"Okay." He gets up and goes around to the side of the bed I'm not at, me turning my body to face that side of the bed. He takes his shirt off, and looks up to see me staring at his chest. "Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you that I sleep topless most of the time. I can put my shirt-"

I make grabby hands at him again and he finally lays down, and we adjust ourselves, cuddling facing each other.

"I didn't tell you about 6th grade did I?"