William’s managed to drag Mark out to a house party, and even though it’s low-pressure; Mark still feels a little antsy. For once, Cecil isn’t bombarding his phone with invincible duties and he’s able to indulge in his teen years but he’s honestly unsure how to.

Mark doesn’t know what to with his hands, whether or not he should sit or stand and most of all, he doesn’t know how he should approach you. He really really wants to though and waits patiently until you’re done opening a bag of chips.

“Hi.” Mark says shyly but with a smile that is beyond boyishly charming.