Mark didn't sleep at all.
He regrets every single word that left his mouth yesterday.
Instead of asking Jackson about his exhaustion, concerns and eyebags, he just yelled at him, throwing his frustrations onto him.
Who did nothing but be with him.
He managed to see him dance though. He was flawless in every possible definition of the word.
However, nothing could be felt through his performance. He didn't smile afterwards, only bowed and left.
Mark left too.
He too would have to work harder during the week.
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Access: Denied (Markson AU)
Short StoryIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
