Nathaniel chuckled to himself as he walked down the street. There were a few bright white clouds, still illuminated by the fading sunlight, stretching over the rosy, violet sky. There were a few stars twinkling above as well, which the boy admired thoughtfully as he contemplated how effective watercolours would be (if they to capture the display above him).

It was a relatively quiet evening, Nathaniel enjoyed the satisfying sounds of his feet hitting the pavement, he wasn't sure why, but it didn't really matter.

It was atmospheric.

With a content sigh, he settled down on a bench and began sketching a boy with soft black hair.

And long thick lashes

And big bright eyes

And a slender neck, with a black choker.

Nathaniel smiled at the picture endearingly, or more, smiled at the person he'd drawn.

It wasn't like it was too weird- or at least it wasn't... marrinete's level of weird.

At least with Marc, Nathaniel was capable of having an actual, real life conversation.

"Nice evening, huh?"

Snapping his notebook shut, the red head spun round in the direction of the voice.

It was Marc; he was stood a couple feet away admiring the view, luckily not noticing that his... companion... had gone the same Shade as his hair.

"Hey," Nathaniel smiled, gesturing for Marc to join him. Marc suddenly felt a swarm of butterflies in his chest as he felt those pretty blue eyes looking into his.

Awkwardly, he shuffled onto the bench next to his friend and gazed at the the stars. It was nice; awkward but nice.

Nathaniel looked over at the boy beside him, his smile fading with the past week's memories coming back to him.

He remembers how hurt he was when he got akumatized - he remembered the way he blew up at mark too.

Suddenly, whilst picturing the tears that must have been rolling down his face, he was struck with another thought...

He never actually apologised.

"You ok?" Marc asked, snapping Nathaniel out of his trance.

His voice was so gentle and sweet, Nathaniel thanked the stars above him that he was on a bench; if he wasn't, his legs would have given out for sure.

Nathaniel looked down at his lap before meeting the other boy's eyes.

"Yeah," he mumbled, "I just..."

He sighed, voice croaking and dripping with guilt, "I'm so, sorry... for the way i blew up at you, last week. It was so cruel... and you didn't... deserve to be hurt like that."

"Nathaniel.." Marc began softly, "Please don't beat yourself up about that, it's really ok." He focuses his gaze directly in natheniel's eyes and smiled warmly.

Oh god.

That smile.

If that smile could melt the ice cream the way it melted Nathaniel, the world would be in serious trouble.

Heart racing, the red head smiled back, fondly.

Until a familiar tooting of a familiar horn broke the tension.