Mark, as usual, visited your window in the late hours of the night. He used the remainder of his strength to crack it open. A short squeak from the old wood alerted you, causing you to set down the book you were reading and turn around. “Sorry..” He mumbled, although, he appeared too tired to be apologetic. Mark dragged himself through the window. Once he was in, he stumbled across the floor. You were nearly wishing on a star that your parents were too deep in sleep to hear him.

Finally, he landed himself against your bed, pulling himself across the sheets until his head laid to rest on your chest. “I had a long day.” His voice was muffled as he buried his face against you, his arms holding you tightly by your waist. It was quite adorable of him, even though he was completely dirtying your bed with the dirt stains from his costume. Normally you would’ve scolded him but Mark seemed too relaxed. It would be a shame to disturb him.