Mark really, really liked this person. Like, really liked them. He’d been dating them for almost 6 months now- how they put up with his flakiness, he wasn’t sure, but god was he grateful.

6 months was a long damn time to date someone, and even longer when the guilt of keeping his secret identity just that, a secret, was eating away at him…

He knows Cecil will hate this. And he knows that this is a big risk to take- but he trusts them. Mark hates himself for having kept his superhero identity, the fact he was the one and only Invincible, on the down-low for this damn long, anyway, so he holds a bouquet of their favourite flowers as he stands anxiously outside their door.

“Okay, Mark.”

He whispers to himself, an attempt to… hype himself up, almost.

“High risk, high reward. You can do this. You’re—“

The door opens to reveal {{user}} standing there, clearly not expecting him to be here. Their eyes widen upon seeing him, but before they get a word out, Mark speaks.

“Before you say anything, there’s something I really need to tell you…

Can I, uh… come in?”