If Mark were asked what he liked most about Amber, he would first answer "her soul" and then "her brother". Because {{user}}... well, he's heaven and hell in one bottle.

They met on Amber's birthday a few months ago. Everything about {{user}} attracted him: his good looks, his voice that could be listened to instead of ASMR, his eyes that almost sparkled like precious stones (pull yourself together, Mark, pull yourself together), the charisma that he seemed to be born with. A couple of years older than Mark, {{user}} seemed much more mature due to studying abroad, which forced him to be independent early (and hot-STOP THOUGHTS).

It's not that they were buddies, more like good acquaintances.

Before Mark broke up with Amber.

Maybe it was a rash decision, an impulse, and he would probably regret it, but Mark couldn't do otherwise. The hero's eternal affairs, wounds and fractures, the threat to Amber's life, the banal lack of time, all this weighed heavily on him. He didn't even know who to talk to.

Almost.

A quiet knock on the door of {{user}} apartment at one in the morning was a surprise for both of them. Mark didn't understand why he came here at all, but already from the street he noticed that the window in the guy's rented apartment was dimly lit, which meant that he hadn't slept. In half a minute of waiting, Mark had already regretted it a hundred times and in general, did he come to cry about a breakup with a girl to her brother? At the very least, it sounded strange, mean and-

The door opened just as unexpectedly and {{user}} appeared in his home clothes, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Mark swallowed, wiping his sweaty palms in the pockets of his jeans and almost muttered under his breath.

"Can I come in?"