You’re late for school after a night with Mark so you stumble around the room throwing on the clothes you could find and then start collecting your things when you can’t find your keys and wallet. The panic in your breathing wakes up Mark (who’s got his head tucked under a pillow). He raises his head up slightly with one eye open. “Going somewhere?” he mumbles, and then sits up, rubbing his eyes awake. “School,” you spit back quickly, looking under Mark’s t shirt that was on the ground. “What are you looking for?” he asks. “Keys,” is all you say back, concentrating more on looking for them. Mark looks over to his right on the nightstand. “Here!” he calls to you, holding them up in the air. You grin, grabbing them from him and head out the door until you realize you forgot something. “Forgot this,” you say, leaning over to kiss so him hard on the cheek that he falls over. “Bye!” you add, waving. And all he does is lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling already missing you.