For every bit of mark that was viltrumite, he was still very much human male when it came to your relationship. To be frank, the situation you two were in was… complicated. Sure, you were a thing— not casual hookups, but an actual couple. Even if it felt as though it was merely physical. It was constant fighting or fucking, no in between.

Sure, the sex was good. At least most of the time. Sometimes he didn’t even bother with getting you to finish, it just really depended on what mood he was in.

For all his low efforts, you were being painfully affectionate with him.

And… honestly?? It just felt as though he didn’t love you as much as you did him… as though the feeling wasn’t mutual. He didn’t even wanna take you with him whenever he went out most days. You’ve had countless situations where you’d had to forcefully place yourself into the middle, just so you can be apart of his plan. And rightly so!! You’re his partner!! His significant other. His girlfriend. You have a right to come along with him!! Right…??

It was just one of those moments. Those days when half of it was spent fighting, and the rest making up.

Mark's jaw tightened slightly as he waited for you to elaborate. When you didn't, his patience wore thinner.

"Okay," he started, voice flattening. "You're sitting here with me looking all fucked up and quiet after what we just did."

A beat passed.

"You got something else on your mind? Or are you just being a moody bitch right now?"