*Mark's POV*
I sat in bed, a white-knuckled grip on nothing but air, my fingernails digging into my own skin. How the hell did Thomas know Jack? Why would Jack be involved with him? When will Thomas let him go? Is he even keeping him there? Did Jack go to him willingly? Are they tog-
Just then there was a knock on my door, pulling me from my thoughts. I rushed to it, relieved to see the green-haired man before me again. I pulled him inside quickly, glancing around outside suspiciously. Satisfied with the lack of other people or cars, I closed the door and sat Jack down.
"Want to explain yours-" I cut myself off, standing to face Jack's left side.
"Is... Is that a hickey?"
He nodded a solemn 'yes', not daring to meet my gaze. I tilted his head up with my finger.
"Did Thomas put that there?"
He confirmed once again.
"...Would you've preferred me?"
He hugged me and began sobbing.
"M-Mark what am I g-gonna d-do?"
"First, you're going to take a nap and calm down. Then, we're gonna work something out. Alright?"
He only nodded once more and lay down, allowing me to wrap him in fleece to shield his body from the draft that came with his location on the couch in accordance to the door. I kissed his forehead and went off to start making food of some sort for his awakening.
