@ BringMeTheFuentes
(it's great; seán's such a sweet bean! i'm really glad we're continuing!
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Mark
For all the panic that Mark launches into upon his dreadful realization, Felix ends up leaving without a word; he must not have noticed Mark hiding beside him.
Still, Mark waits a good few minutes until he dares to peek out of the stall, holding his breath as his eyes dart around the bathroom. No psychedelic socks, no white shoes, no pink hoodie or blond hair or tricky, tricky blue eyes. It's empty. He's alone.
Mark looks into the mirror, eternally smudged and marred by a long crack down the middle, and teases the red fluff of hair on his head. Maybe he could pull off this party thing, slip in and slip out without so much as a stumble. Perhaps Felix really is inviting him to be kind; every dog has their day, don't they? And maybe Seán will be there and maybe, just maybe, he'll be able to say something nice and normal and start a small bit of a friendship.
There's no way in Hell that will happen, Mark is sure, but even a guy like him deserves to dream.
With a quiet sigh, he leaves the bathroom. He's still got the restroom pass around his wrist and his stomach hasn't stopped churning since Dan spoke to him, but he can't stay there; Felix may come back, or worse yet, anyone else. So he leaves, taking the time to peruse the empty halls. There are only fifteen minutes or so until the next bell. Is there anything productive he can do with his time?
Well. Seán's locker is right there.
Just thinking about Seán makes him feel odd, jittery and uncomfortable. Something is obviously wrong with him; his injuries and gloomy demeanor speak bounds. Before he can talk himself down, Mark takes a piece of paper from the floor and retrieves the pen he's got stuck in his pocket and writes.
Hi, I hope this isn't weird but it probably is anyway I just wanted to say I hope you're really okay and your day gets better from here :)The smiley face is an afterthought, and as Mark considers getting rid of it, he realizes there's no scratching it out unless he wants a big dot of ink on his note that he's already hesitant to leave in the first place. He's not leaving a name, but it's so weird and awkward that surely Seán will trace it back to him. He shoves it into one of the small slits of Seán's locker door, speedwalking away with his trembling hands in his pockets. What is he doing; leaving notes and going to parties? Maybe he should just retire from the outside world and hide away wth his puppy and his memories.
And at least then, he won't be able to delude himself with the thought of Seán actually giving a shit about him.
(sorry this isn't too too much to go off on
i hope it's okay!!)