Trust Your Instincts

-59- Persuasion

 Mark's nostrils flared as he gazed at Jack disbelievingly, his fingers disentangling themselves from Jack's weak grasp.

 "You want to what?" he barked, any prospect of the remainder of their morning passing by peacefully now out the window as Mark arched his eyebrows so far up his forehead that Jack worried he'd tear the skin by stretching it so taut.

 Almost a week had passed since their romantic dinner, and they were reluctantly adapting to life without Isaac. Jack still cried silently most nights when he was sure Mark was asleep, but to him the fact that he now waited until Mark was asleep was progress.

 It was worse than getting over Josh, but maybe that was because both Mark and Isaac were there to help Jack actually get over Josh. Now he only had Mark, and though he would always be grateful for what Mark was sacrificing for him, it was still obvious to see just how draining it was for Mark to keep both Jack's and his own head above water.

 Jack kinda wished he could do more.

 But anyway, back to the current conversation.

 Jack furrowed his brow, unaware that such a simple suggestion would result in such an outburst from Mark. It was as if even saying those words was enough to anger him, and while Jack knew what he was proposing was in fact a big deal, he'd stuck by his instincts and fought for himself.

 "Stop overreacting Mark!" he scolded, dodging a light punch that Mark had directed at his shoulder at the accusation. "It was just a suggestion! I think it would only be fair if they knew." he reasoned.

 If Mark's eyes were filled with incredulity before, Jack wouldn't be able to find the words to describe what his face looked like now. It was as if he had just admitted to throwing a sack of golden retriever puppies in the river. Mark's eyes were almost bulging out of his head, his face mottled red with unrelenting rage. If anything, Jack was a little proud that his eyes weren't lilac yet.

 How could Jack think that it was a good idea to tell Ken and Felix that he was a werewolf, that he was a part of the reason Mark was now a werewolf, and that Mark was the animal who ripped through Isaac's trachea that night?

 It was ludicrous in Mark's eyes.

 Heck, might as well tell them about the part when Laurel's dad tried to kill Jack for what he was, or maybe even the fact that it was Jack who snuck into the police station and mutilated Will the night after Josh died.

 It's not as if they wouldn't melt their brains with the first piece of information, why not just add to their existential crisis by spilling everything on them at once.

 Was that what Jack thought would happen? That they'd all sit down around a fire, cross legged as they shared the fact that supernatural beings actually exist and that two or their best friends were living proof?

 Did he expect them to sit silent the whole time and listen to what was, without a doubt, the most absurd, far fetched, hocus pocus story in the world?

 No.

 Felix would gut the two of them before they got the chance to explain that it wasn't really their fault that Isaac was in an urn right now, and Ken... Ken was unreadable even to Mark, despite their best friend status. There was genuinely no way of knowing how he'd take the news.

 "Over reacting!?" Mark yelled. "Jack, what part of this plan could you possibly see as beneficial to us?" He was glad that they hadn't left for school yet, because this certainly wasn't a conversation to be having out in the streets.

 Jack opened and closed his mouth a few times, the desperation to get through to Mark easily discernible in his eyes, but he couldn't think of any words to say, so Mark continued.