Secrets Best Left In The Dark [Septiplier - Mark needed] [PAFP]

The night flew by, and Mark awoke to a sudden noise thst ran through the house. He rolled onto his back and ran his fingers through his hair. After a while of contemplating, he decided to pull himself up off of the bed. Once he was up, he walked down the stairs and into the living room. Jack wasn't in sight, so he assumed the Irishman was still sleeping. Upon entering the kitchen, Chica had been eating at her food. So the noise was her making a mess on the floor. Amusement flooded through him as he watched the dog. "Chica, what are you doing?" he coped. Ruffling her fur as he walked to find some food. Nearly jumping as he heatd footsteps. "Good morning, Jack! How did you sleep?" he asked.

"That's good, I'm glad you slept nicely. Currently I'm working on breakfast. Though, if you don't want that, you can have some cereal or something," he said. Reaching a hand up to curl his fingers through his hair. He soon finally moved on to pull out some items for breakfast. And decided in making some French toast, since he hadn't had that in quite a while. He was sure Jack would appreciate the meal. "You're welcome to make yourself at home. Do what you would like. It seems to me you're needing a shower. Help yourself, I don't mind you taking one," he murmured, hoping to assure his new companion. Jack was enjoyed having his company. Why was he kicked from his house in the first place? Did he do something wrong? He blinked his eyes and thought for a while longer. Struggling to figure out the mystery. Until it managed to hit him, was Jack related to the guy who's name was plastered all over the news? Sean McLoughlin... Was he related to Jack? He glanced over his shoulder slightly, taking in his features. Then thought back to the picture he had seen on the news. And he instantly knew that the man he had taken in was Sean. They both had the same delicate, blue eyes. He just swallowed and looked down at what he was doing. "You don't mind me asking... Are you at all related to Sean McLoughlin? You both have the same last name," what did the man do to get his face plastered on the news? He had been too entranced by the photo to even hear what had happened.

Mark raised his eyebrows slightly, turning the flame on low so the eggs would cook slowly. And he shifted around to completely face the Irishman. "Yeah, there are a lot of people with the same last name..." He said. Though found his face burning in a blush when Jack asked if he had seen Sean in the news. "I heard about it not too long ago. I saw a picture of him, I didn't hear what he did... Since I was too busy looking at the image. He just has the same baby blue eyes as you do," he said. Reaching a hand up and rubbing his neck, face a bright red due to embarrassment. "Guess I was just too mesmerized by the photo... Sorry about that. Love at first sight, eh?" He moved a hand up to curl his fingers through his hair, trailing them down his face. "Then again, love for someone who committed a serious crime doesn't make sense. He was pretty charming to look at though..." A soft sigh left his lips. And he turned back to look at the eggs he had been working on. "Maybe everyone in Ireland has those same colored eyes?" He questioned, almost in a playful manner.

Mark shrugged his shoulders lightly, a blush still on his face. "I guess so... But I wasn't attracted to that aspect. I didn't hear what he did, he seemed like a kind soul deep down. Not like what others probably depict of him," he murmured. Gaze moving to look back again at Jack, taking in the blush the other suddenly had. Knowing well there was something he was hiding. A noise escaped his throat, and he moved his head to look back at the eggs. Removing them from the pan and onto the plate. "What did you even do to get all this hell on you?" He questioned. "It's hard to mistake those eyes, they're flattering and different. Now that I see it, I can compare you to him," his gaze moved back over to Jack. "And besides, you're blushing as well. You may be blushing because I'm attracted to you, or you're frustrated that I'm attracted to whoever that was in the photo..." He added.

Mark found his blood was starting to boil as soon as he heard that the people changed the story. He closed his eyes and took in a sharp breath. "No, you're fine here. You can stay here with me. That's bullshit if they did something like that to you. It's a crime to do that to someone, they should be the ones that are being caught," a soft breath left his nose as he spoke. "Besides, you might end up getting hurt like you did before. No one is going to care, if I wasn't there to help you. Then you'd probably be lying dead in an alley," he reminded. Finishing up the breakfast he had been making; he made French toast, eggs, and bacon. "You're free to stay here. It's not like I'm going to kick you out. I would never do that to someone like you. You can be the one to choose if you want to leave or not," he didn't want that choice to be resting on his shoulders. He wanted Jack to know that he could get up and leave if he wanted to. "Anyway... If you don't mind me asking, what was the real story? I don't know the story that's been posted everywhere. But I'm interested to know where it all started. And hear your done eating, get in the shower. I'll place out some clothes for you while you're in there," he said. Pushing a plate to the side for Jack to grab. He wasn't sure if he should trust the man. But he did have a strange attraction for him, so he tried to trust him the best he could. Though his trust would fall if the other tried to murder him for knowing who he was.

The American found himself narrowing his eyes at the story. He found that to be completely horrific, and was surprised to know the police went after Jack. Even though they had false evidence, and no knowledge of what really happened. He allowed himself to think for a while, unsure of how to reply to that. After a while of silence, he spoke up. "Why didn't you tell them it wasn't you? Don't you have any other evidence? Like footage or something?" He questioned. Moving to sit down beside the Irishman. Allowing his shoulder to lean against the others own. Making sure he was cautious about his actions, unsure of what the other would do to him. He sighed and flopped his head against the others gently. Knocking heads with someone else hurt quite a bit of force as used. "It's rare that the killer left nothing. Usually they leave something behind," he narrowed his eyes and thought. "Are you sure it wasn't you? You said that your DNA was all over them. While when you were drunk, you probably only swatted at them a few times and got them to back off so you could run. Maybe you lost your memory of what actually happened?" He shrugged his shoulders. He didn't want to accept the fact that Jack was probably a murderer. The guy could be lying to him for all he knew, so he had to watch his back. Now he was definetly afraid to sleep.

Mark flinched once Jack tensed at his presence, but settled back down. Still leaning against the other. "Maybe you're like those people who have that disorder where they have a second personality? I don't know what it's called... But that might be it," he shrugged his shoulders lightly and shook his head. Still trying to crack the code, but ended up giving up after a moments thought. After a long moment of silence and sitting, he stood to get himself changed. "I'll be back," he said. Making his way up the stairs and into his room. Quickly changing into a pair of pants and a shirt. That was what Mark had to worry about, Jack could just suddenly become his other personnel and attack him. He shuddered in fright, swallowing down the lump that formed in his throat. Not wanting to think of something like that. After he was done getting dressed, he walked down the stairs and got himself some food. "Do you think that might be it?" He questioned. Wanting to hear what the Irishman thought. Hoping he knew what was going on. If not, they were in a fix.

"Maybe you forgot or you're memory isn't all there. So there's a possibility that you don't remember you did it...," he shrugged. Sitting to eat at the plate of food he had gotten. "Well, it'll come to you sometime soon. When you're done you could use the shower. I don't want to end up taking one before you, since that would leave you with a cold shower. which is what I'm sure you wouldn't want," he mused. Eating at the French toast he had gotten from the large plate. Maybe Jack doesn't remember that he committed murder. He could have a second personality, which probably got mad and attacked the beings that harmed him. So... What would that thing do to me? Would it be head over heels for me? Or would the thing murderous and try to kill me? He wasn't sure what to expect, so he shrugged off the thoughts for the time being.

Mark let off a soft hum as he stayed seated, eating at his food. "I'll be here if you need me. Don't be afraid to call, I won't bite... Probably," he winked playfully. When Jack left the room to go take a shower, he allowed his hands to move and hide his face. I never fucking expected that the person I found hot was someone who I was keeping in my house. I even was looking like an idiot, blushing like a total mad man! He huffed and found his face start to burn in embarrassment. Once he was done eating his food, he stood and placed the plate into the sink. While he also put away the leftovers. Walking up the stairs, Mark made sure to grab some clothing for Jack. Stepping into the bathroom, he placed the clothes down on the sink. "Uh.. Sorry to intrude, but I brought the clothes I promised while you're in the shower," he called. Before he left the room and headed down the stairs back to the living room. Settling down on the couch with Chica, who decided to settle beside him.

Mark hummed as he stroked his canine's head. Jerking once he heard Jack's voice. "Hmm? I got her at the shelter. Her original name was Sephora, but I didn't think it suited her. So I got a chance to rename her, that's when I chose Chica." He murmured. Glancing over toward Jack once he sat down to get comfortable. He blushed awkwardly and shifted on his seat. "You must feel pretty awkward around me now. I basically told you flat out that I liked you..." He moved a hand to rub at his neck. Eyes shifting to look toward the wall, feeling a bit awkward about doing that. Jack must really think I'm weird for saying that. Especially about someone you just already met! He found himself shifting back, trying to contain himself to the best of his abilities. Maybe he feels the same way, it's going to be awkward as hell if he doesn't. Then again, this guy could be straight. I'm surprised he hasn't said a word to me about my sudden liking toward him. Mark's mind was filled with all sorts of worries. Which made him fidget and squirm uncomfortably.