Philophobia

Dance

It's over, isn't it?~

Alright. Lets get some drama going.

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gotta keep myself motivated, ya know? also, decided to split this into two parts. 

- Lyn

A few weeks after the last chapter...

"He's what?" Jack asked, brows furrowed in a state of unregistered shock.

"Mark is completely healed. We have him in the other room now removing his casts. He is allowed to live completely alone and without help, so you can move out! Exciting, right?" Dr. Jaustin exclaimed, pushing his slipping glasses back up and gleaming with pride.

"Y-yes, of course. That's great." Jack mumbled, feeling anything but great.

"Unless of course you two are together, I thought you were just friends, but now that I think about it, you both interact like a couple. If that's true, I guess you will just stay with him then." Dr. Jaustin pondered, giving little to no thought to the startled and blushing man beside him.

"We- uh, we aren't like that you s-see-" Jack tried to explain.

"Oh! There he is!" Dr. Jaustin interrupted, walking over to a completely healthy Mark, and leaving behind a still embarrassed Jack.

From across the waiting room, Jack could hear their conversation but wasn't listening. He was too busy staring at Mark, and for once, not admirably.

If Mark was completely healed, that meant Jack wouldn't have any excuse to live with him anymore. He'd have to move out, and go back to the fearful, barely making it by life he'd lived before. Mark had paid him very well for his help over the past few months, so financially he'd be better, but Jack couldn't help but feel that there was going to be a hole in his heart once he had to leave.

He'd known this was coming though, Mark wasn't going to stay injured forever. Jack managed to plaster on a smile as his friend suddenly walked over to him.

"Hey Jack, what's with the look?" Mark questioned, grabbing Jacks hand comfortingly.

At this point, Jack almost laughed out loud. Of course Mark could see through his fake happiness, I mean, who was he kidding, they knew each other as well as lovers. 

"No reason, just being super emotional as per usual," Jack replied redundantly, making Mark chuckle but look at him curiously.

"If you say so. Anyway, let's go back to the house. I'm so relieved that this is all over that the only thing I want to do is grab a drink and stare out the window all stupid. Maybe think of some game ideas." Mark admitted, heading down the stairs with Jack by his side and into the early morning air of the city.

"Ya, let's go home," Jack affirmed, beginning to feel bad about what he had been thinking earlier.

Mentally hitting himself for becoming a selfish child for a while, Jack took a moment and stopped to look at the reality of things.

Mark and him weren't going to be a forever. It was obvious Mark wasn't interested in any relationship, even soulmate wise, so Jack wasn't going to be able to get what he had slowly begun to desire from his friend. On top of that, Mark had been suffering for weeks with all the injuries he'd had, all of which Jack had caused.