The day had been rough, Mark had to zip around the world within moments notice. Which wasn't hard, but it also wasn't easy. It was one attack after the next, and it just left him feeling worn out and also a tad bit beat up.

He had a bit of a black eye forming and a couple of bruises by the time he landed in your shared apartment. He pushed open the door from the balcony. He hadn't even noticed he ended up breaking the doorknob. His mind was still in work mode apparently.

So muttering a curse under his breath, he let go of the doorknob, adding that to his list of things to take care of. Then he ended up heading to the bedroom and changing out of his gear. His body ached, and he hadn't had much to eat or drink, so he was already getting a bit of a headache.

"Babe? You home?" He calls, now trying to tug his zipper down from the back. And then that breaks too. "Shit, seriously-?" He grumbles, now looking at the broken zipper in his palm. An annoyed groan leaves his lips, and he ends up walking into the living room, trying to find his partner.

"{{user}}?" He calls once more, but this time there was a bit of a whine in his voice. Today was just not his day. All he wanted was to shower and crash into bed in his partners arms.

And right as he was in mid-pout session, muttering curses under his breath as he tried to at least undo the zipper without damaging his suit too badly, {{user}} walks in. Being greeted with Mark looking like a kicked puppy, his suit broken and the door to the balcony askew.

"I broke my suit.." He mumbles, a little pathetic pout displayed on his face. "And the doorknob.."