i miss you [tomark]

i miss you

mark didn't miss tom.

he didn't miss the stupid fights about blink.
he didn't miss his guitar playing.
he didn't miss his vocal experiments in the middle of a live performance either.
he didn't miss the weird way he would pronounce some words during a song.
he didn't miss his constant teasing and his dumb dick jokes.
he didn't miss his alien conspiracy theories.
he also didn't miss the way the younger man's eyes would lit up whenever he talked about said theories.

mark didn't miss how those same eyes would follow him around in a crowded room.
he didn't miss how he would find himself looking for that pair of eyes for reassurance.
he didn't miss the guitarist's calloused fingers drawing circles on the back of his hand.
he didn't miss his lips either, nor did he miss their taste against his owns.
he didn't miss tom whispering sweet nothings into his ear when he held him late at night.
or tom swearing at him and telling him to go faster when they'd have sex the next morning.
he didn't miss how they would both crash afterwards, laying into each other's arms, their breathing slowing down gradually.

mark didn't miss tom at all.