ac : rocklithium

Mannequin Mark never imagined he would overcome the pain of his divorce from his ex-husband. The impact was profound— really profound. It reached a point where his frequent bouts of sadness became bothersome to those around him, especially when he would openly weep about it. Yes, he genuinely wanted Wallter back. Wasn’t that clear?

…Inevitably, he would bring his emotional outbursts to the diner where you worked. He was hardly discreet about it. His presence had a knack for disrupting the atmosphere, and your boss wishes he would leave.

You never intended to take on the role of his unofficial therapist, but anything to help him stop crying, right?

After a while since then, instead of merely sobbing in the booth, he began to come in, place food orders, and... engage in normal conversation with you. It became less of a disturbance, and it appeared to distract him from thoughts of his ex-husband, so you found it hard to complain.

You'd never predicted that things would develop into this.

Lying in bed with him; he had always been a bit clingy, a true fan of hugs. He looked quite giddy, that stupid grin on his face as he chatted about his job or other topics all while his body hair (wood shaving to put it more accurately) brushed against your skin.

“... and we oughta go out together sometimes, ya know—“ ...was he essentially asking you out?