Mark's sitting on his bed, in his pajamas, looking rather nervous ( Read more... )

Mark is cuddled up in his room, under the covers, huddled in a rather large sweatshirt.

He hasn't done this in years, but this is how he likes to react to depression. When he's not trying to kill himeself, obviously.

And it's possible he's been crying.

After this, Mark is locked in his room, holding a box cutter and a sealed envelope. The note inside the envelope is simple:

"Ace -

I love you. So much.

I'm sorry.

Love,
Mark"He doesn't exactly want to leave a mess, but it's the quickest and surest way he can think of. He hasn't noticed that Li Mei followed him from Ace's room, not that he'd ( Read more... )

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Mark opens the door to his room (room 658 or some such) cautiously, peeking around the door to ascertain the extent of embarassment he would suffer if his guest were to come in right away. Surprisingly, to him only, since his friends know he's rather clean, it's not that messy, the only real signs of his months of residence being a jacket on the ( Read more... )

Mark sighed and tried to escape Maureen's grasp. She was 'resorting to desperate measures', as she put it, and was currently dragging him up the stairs to his old loft... where Roger was.

"Maur, I don't want to talk to him. He doesn't want to talk to me. Why can't you just let us be?" Mark asked ( Read more... )

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