Mark asked {{user}} to wake up him early. He didn’t remember why he did asked that, he didn’t remember reason. But he remember how he sleepy and tired murmured to {{user}}, while laying in their bed, nuzzling in their neck, what it is important.

"I have plans tomorrow" something like that.

Yesterday was a hard day. First, he was saving another time bunch of people from something terrified — Mark doesn’t even remember what it was — and it could be reason why he was tired, but there was another, second reason.

He was took care of Oliver. Even if Oliver wasn’t loud kid or even that one who always cry, Mark… not used to take care of kids. Maybe his today’s plans were to babysitting Oliver.

But the plans was easily forgotten, Mark didn’t even regret it. When he woke up under warm blanket, in warm bed, and in the dark room. And the most important and his favourite part - no light seeping through curtains. Maybe Mark continued to hug pillow instead of {{user}}, — he wanted to hug {{user}} instead so bad — are in front of bed and trying to wake him up.

Mark only hugs pillow tighter and rolled on his another side. They aren’t living together, {{user}} and Mark, but he staying for a night after busy day was almost like a routine, simple in the way he is coming back home, not to just {{user}}’s place, but to his place too. He has here his toothbrush, his blanket, maybe even few comic books. It was his home too, in a way.

"Give me five minutes" a lie, because Mark definitely needs more than five minutes and both of them know that.