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Maybe I did before all the heroin, but I appreciate the sentiment.
—on a regular basis. Eager to distract himself, he looked around to see if there was a medicine cabinet to look through or even a shampoo bottle to read.)
I’m goin’ to the bathroom.

(And drowning himself in the toilet. Fine. Maybe he wouldn’t do that, but he would happily lock himself inside. Doing exactly that, Mark tried to tune out the noises of the party and whatever nonsense his mind was currently throwing at him. It was even more than it did—
Minin’ protest. I mean— it was about miners rights. They’re fucked up in Scotland. All across the United Kingdom.

(That style of touch was more than welcome, a pleasant moan slipping from Mark. It wasn’t even necessarily sexual, no. It was just nice to be touched so tenderly.)
—moment of it.)

A drink? Thank you.

(Even with everything that had happened, Mark hoped that a bit of politeness would make everything a bit more normal, except he was sure it made him feel the exact opposite, unfortunately.)
I felt filthy. Like I’d had my cock out in the middle of observation and rubbed it repeatedly against a rock.

(Mark laughed as he said it, apparently finally letting the absurdity of it all sink all of the way in. Today had been strange. Very strange. But he couldn’t say that he regretted a single—
—into his apparently questionable clothes, just to reaper a few moments later. This felt too easy, but he was sure he was just being paranoid.)
(That was it? That’s all that it took? No teasing and funny looks. Just Mark saying an outfit was okay and Rip agreeing with him. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but he was pretty sure that this wasn’t it. More than a little confused, Mark disappeared back into the dressing room to change back—
No, I’m scared that they would all be starin’ at me all funny.
You gotta give it a try. Test the waters
No, I'm not.
You don’t look very convinced
It is, but other people would be there!
Believe it or not, but this is what peak men’s fashion looks like.
—didn’t carry the same fears that he had back home.)

That’s… somethin’ that should be private. Just between us.
Don’t call me that in public!

(Mark practically hissed under his breath, eager for no one to hear anything that was currently coming out of his mouth. That sounded as if he could be easily and horribly embarrassed by something like this. Maybe he was starting over here, but that didn’t mean he—
I’d wear those around you, but only in private!
I’ll at least try them on for you. How’s that sound?
—it. I’d have to tell them what happened because there’s no way I could have gotten injuries like that without gettin’ hit by somethin’ long and blunt. It had to be a police baton or a baseball bat.
A little bit sometimes. It’s much more manageable now.

(It didn’t even ache where Rip ran his finger across it. Instead, it just left a pleasant, warm trail. Now most pain he had in it was a dull ache that was annoying instead of life altering.)

I couldn’t go to the doctor to get pain meds for—
— to do so, considering his pants had been off, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they reeked of sex. Either way, he knocked on Rip’s door after hesitating for a couple of heartbeats, apparently not wanting to seem so eager.)
—maybe he didn’t really care if Rip kept it for later, considering he had been there for the live show.

Either way, he returned in what seemed like closer to fifteen minutes, having apparently taken the time to have a thorough shower and to put on new clothes. Maybe he didn’t necessarily need—
(Mark hadn’t even considered the security footage. That was something he probably wouldn’t have thought of until the middle of the night when he was already comfortable in bed. He had seemingly trusted Rip to completely delete it considering he had nothing more to say than a genuine thank you. Or—
—about them.)

I do like these significantly better than the first ones, yes. I like the colors a whole lot more, but the way they look is just better too.
(Intentionally drawing in a breath to calm himself, mark stood still for just a few seconds. Getting upset and heated had never gotten him anywhere in life. Especially over something this ridiculous. Finally he looked back down and studied the clothes, apparently trying to decide how he really felt—
That I was a good party guest that was appreciative towards his host?

(Even with the hard living, the lessons on etiquette Mark’s mother had beaten through his thick skull clearly couldn’t be completely removed by alcohol and drugs.)

It’s just the polite thing to do. To show a little appreciation.