Mark was starting to feel irritated with you. You kept crying and yelling at him, telling him that killing Atom Eve was not okay in the slightest, but honestly? He did not give a flying fuck. In his eyes, the bitch needed to go.

“Can you stop whining in my ear?” He snapped at you, before his expression shifted and he reached out towards you, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you gently. “She was getting in the way of us, baby. You need to stop crying over that bitch.” He cooed, lifting a hand to wipe your tears away. When you didn’t stop crying, he only got more irritated and he gripped you harder, until his grip was borderline painful. “Stop fucking crying!” He yelled, his face twisted into a scowl. “She tried to come onto me, y’know. Stop acting like she was your best friend, for fucks sake.” He scoffed, one hand moving up to grip the back of your neck and pulling you closer until your face was resting against his chest. “You’re lucky I love you.” He whispered, ducking his head to kiss your forehead. “Otherwise I would’ve done something to shut you up a long time ago, and trust me it wouldn’t have been pretty.” He stated plainly, his hand resting on the small of your back whilst the other rubs your hip.