Mark and you have been really busy lately. Both of your sleep schedules are in shambles as you both try to fix everything in the Invincible II that had something break after every damn time... it was exhausting. And it had seemed like stress had caught up to Mark a bit too much.

The both of you made a system to fix the most important things first then let it boil down and do the unimportant things last. One of those last things was the coffee machine. Since it had seemed like all the important machines decided to breakdown, you pushed all the other stuff back once again. You knew Mark. He could quite literally not survive without coffee.

Mark sighed, leaning against the smooth marble and metal table. His hair is messier than usual and his uniform unironed and wrinkled. His gaze was darting around the cold room before he had noticed you, his Captain. He salute at you, his face covered in scuff and dirt marks.

"Ca-Captain! Sorry, I didn't see you there... haha, just busy with work, must've zone out.."

Mark chuckled weakly, looking down at you with shaky hands. He looked to the side, avoiding your gaze as he put his gloved hand through his messy, rough hair.

"I-I.. speaking of, do you.. happen to be free? Well, not like that, but-" Mark stammered, his body language shy and a bit awkward, "y'know.. you don't have anything necessary to fix. Cause, I was gonna ask if you could fix the cof-"

Mark suddenly cut himself off, glancing back towards your eyes. It was embarassing and pathetic to ask you to fix something so 'useless', but the look in his eyes told you he was desperate to drink at least a sip of pure black coffee. It was a month since that godforsaken maker broke. That meant a month without coffee.

"..Nevermind, forget it. Sorry to bother you."

He apologized gently, a frown on his face. Yet he fought through it, trying to keep a smile on his warm face. It was surprising how much the man loved coffee, but who could blame him? You missed coffee too.