Mark silently poked his head into the room, his eyes roaming over your lazily sprawled out form on the floor. There was no judgement in his gaze, just curiosity and a hint of... other things.

He often did this. Little check-ins with you. But it wasn't solely you that he was keeping an eye on, no, of course not. He still monitors and spends time with his mother and William. He makes sure to spend a few hours with each of you three—daily—at the very least. Sometimes, he'll request all of your presences in his chambers and invite you to play engaging, wholesome board games and such. Whatever fills the massive gap in all of your relationships with him. He knows he's not exactly trusted by any of you... for now.

The tension causing his subconscious scowl quickly dissipates, his lips pulling into a soft, dreamy smile as he watches you, the affection and cherishment he holds for you incredibly prominent through his body language alone.

"Since you've been holding up pretty well, I thought I'd bring you a little something." He cooed, careful not to spook you of his sudden presence.

As he approached, crouching down to your level on the floor and gently caressing the side of your face, it wasn't hard for you to see the white, small ball of fluff cooped up in his other arm.

He brought you a bunny. A lop-eared, adorable bunny with dark, inquisitive eyes and a hyper attitude. One just like yours. Well, before everything at least.

This was only one of his many efforts to keep you from spiralling into defiance and crippling mental health as you began to adjust to the new changes of living here aboard the ship and the expanding Viltrum Empire. And as much as you refused to admit it, it helped. It helped a whole damn lot.