Randy was the first to wake in the morning, usually it was Mark who was dragging him out of bed. He hadn't gotten a whole lot of sleep though. As comfortable as he was with Mark, he couldn't settle his mind enough to sleep. Every time he woke, Randy spent the night switching between staring up at the ceiling and staring at Mark. With a sigh, he shifted himself so that he could see the clock on the nightstand.
"It's too early," he heard Mark say. Randy turned his head to look at him. He smirked when he saw that Mark's eyes were still closed. "You hardly slept last night." Mark said. Randy sat up, "yeah, couldn't sleep very well." This time Mark sighed, "yeah. I can imagine you have a lot on your mind that would keep you up." Leaning his forearms on his knees, Randy asked "If you were awake, why didn't you ever say anything?" Mark turned on his side, "I figured you needed some time to think about whatever it was you were thinking about." He obviously knew what had kept Randy up, but he wanted Randy to say so first. "Yeah," was all that he got from him. Randy stood up and walked around the bed, "I think I need a hot shower."
When the bathroom door closed Mark sat up and could feel all of the guilt of everything he'd done and said in recent memory wash over him. He sat there and tried to think of something to do or say to Randy when he got out, but nothing came to mind. He wasn't sure what had happened just now, but the normally cool, calm and collected Randy he was used to seemed to have vanished. He wasn't the type to bottle what was on his mind, so if he was holding back, that meant that he was really concerned over everything. Mark, for the first time, realized exactly how much this whole situation bothered Randy. Of course he knew that it did, it had to, but he didn't get how much until just now.
Mark was shaken from his thoughts when his cell phone rang. "Hello?" he answered after seeing who it was. "'Morning, Take, calling to see if you wanted a lift to the show tonight?" Mark thought for a moment, "yeah, thanks." Chris laughed, knowing the answer to the question he was about to ask, "do you have a car?" Mark's eyebrows furrowed, Chris always came with a catch. "Randy has a car, I don't. Don't you have one?" Chris smiled to himself, "I did, but Phil already offered to give the Hardy Boys a ride. I figured you wouldn't want to be stuck in a car for hours with you-know-who." That was the last thing Mark wanted right now, especially when he knew it would be far too much trouble for the whole five minutes he would spend in front of the crowd. "So is this you telling me I need to rent a car for us?" Mark asked, "No, big guy, I got this one, but you owe me one." Chris answered. "You got it, Chris. Thanks for looking out," Mark told him. "See you later."
Once Mark had hung up his phone, he noticed that the water was no longer running. A few moments later Randy came out, "who was that?" Mark looked away, feeling awkward after the the conversation they had just had, seeing Randy in just his boxer-briefs. "That was Chris. Wanted to know if I needed a ride." Randy dressed in the corner of the room, also feeling a little shy. "Oh, if he's looking for company, there's plenty of room in our car," Randy said. Mark looked up at a fully dressed Orton and replied "I thought I'd leave the car here with you. You'll have the whole day to gallivant around town with Rhodes and DiBiase before they head home." Orton sat on the bed that was still made, "I thought I'd tag along with you today. Visit with the Blue Team." Mark stood up to gather his stuff to take his shower and get ready, "You don't need to, there won't be much to do anyway. I'm not doing much, just a quick gong, chokeslam, eye roll." Randy nodded and with sarcasm said, "you don't want me to go because you won't have much to do and will be free most of the day?" Mark answered him, "I'm just saying it won't be too exciting of a trip. Of course, you're always welcome to tag along." Randy nodded again, "Or is it because you know Jeff will be there and you don't want me around in case something happens?" Mark stopped what he was doing so that he could look at Randy. Randy sighed, "nevermind. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I'll stay behind and let you go and do your thing." The look that Mark gave Randy was one of confusion, "What do you think would happen?" With a shrug Randy said again, "nevermind, Mark. That was a cheap shot."
Not knowing what to think or respond with, Mark just turned and walked into the bathroom.
xXx
"Jeff, get up already. We're running late, you gotta get dressed." Matt told his younger brother. Jeff groaned and with much pain in his body, he got up and did a groggy scan of the room for his bag. When he spotted his bag, he got up, grabbed it and made his way into the bathroom to shower and change.
Just gotta get through the day, Jeff. You should try and talk to him though. I love him. He should know that I still love him. He said he loved me. Maybe this will all work out for the best. Maybe this thing with Randy isn't as solid as he wants to think. Yeah right, Nero. Mark wouldn't do that. He wouldn't use him. But don't let that discourage you. I need to give it a shot.
xXx
"Randy, we have to leave in twenty minutes, will you please get ready?" Mark hoped that he could convince Randy to change his mind and go with him to the tapings. "I already told you, Mark, I'm not going. What I said was stupid; I trust you completely." Mark walked over to the table where randy was using his laptop. He leaned back against the table's edge and with gentle hand, pushed the computer shut. "Please, Randy. I don't care about what was said earlier. I still want you to come with me. You were right; I'm going to have a lot of free time and you know I can only take so much from Chris and Glen and everyone other than yourself. Please?" Randy smiled and leaned back against his chair, "and how am I supposed to show you that I trust you?" Mark laughed, "Orton, you're a young man in a very complicated situation that is a bit out of your control. We had a rough night, last night. Well, not all of the night, but you know what I mean," Mark nudged Randy's knee with his and then continued, "I just want to get past this, okay? Let me handle the stuff with Jeff and we can move on." With a shake of his head, Randy said, "momentary lapse of composer on my part. It won't happen again. I trust you, I know you'll handle everything with Jeff, however you two see fit, and we'll figure everything out from there." Mark nodded in agreement with the plans, "I'll get ready." Randy said.
xXx
"Chris, if you kick the back of my seat just once more, I'm going back there and kicking your ass out of the window." Mark threatened. Randy laughed as Chris desperatetly tried to keep his legs from kicking the back of Mark's seat as he tried to get comfortable. "If this damned car had just a little more room, I wouldn't be... hitting... your seat." Chris 'ahh'ed as he finally found a comfortable position. "You could have sat up here, like I suggested. You would have been more comfortable." Randy told him. Mark gave Randy a look, "no way, I don't want him up here unless he's driving." Randy laughed. "And by the way, aren't you the one who asked if I needed a lift tonight? I assumed that meant you were driving as well." Chris opened his eyes to stare at Mark in the rearview mirror, "I would have, had loverboy here not joined us and you two offered your rental vehicle." Randy moved his seat back a little, just to annoy Chris and keep him from enjoying the position he had found. Mark smiled over at him and reached for his hand. "Hey. Siegfried and Roy, both hands where I can see them, please." Chris muttered. Mark groaned, "you're such an ass sometimes, Chris. You know that?" Mark groaned. With a laugh Chris retorted, "It's all out of love, you know that." Shaking his head, Randy laid his seat back so that he could lay back, and by doing so, managed to keep Chris from getting much rest during their drive.
xXx
While Mark was in a meeting with Vince, Phil and a couple of the writers, Randy made himself comfortable on the couch in Mark's lockerroom and soon found himself doozing off. Randy had been resting comfortably when he heard knocking at the door. Standing up, Randy ran a hand through his short hair and opened the door.
"Oh." Jeff had psyched himself into finding Mark's room and was determined to talk to him. "Hey, Jeff." Randy said, more than a little surprised to see the rainbow haired warrior standing in front of him. "Uh, sorry. I was looking.. i'm sorry. Didn't think you'd be here. Didn't mean to bother you." Jeff said, fumbling over his words. It had taken all of his courage, something he didn't have a whole lot of recently, to come and talk to Mark, and here he was standing in front of Randy Orton. The last man he wanted to see. "Are you lookng for Mark?" Randy asked, "he's in a meeting right now with Vince." He looked down at his watch,"but i'm sure he'll be back soon. He's been gone for about twenty minutes." Jeff shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "You're welcome to wait for him." Jeff's breath caught in his chest and he struggled to respond. He really didn't want to be in a room, alone with Randy for too long. He wasn't sure what he'd do, but he was sure it wasn't something good. "I don't think so, thanks though." Randy moved to make room for Jeff to walk into the room, "please, Jeff, things don't have to be this way. I'll leave you two to talk, if that's what you'd like." Taking a step back before his body reacted before his mind could tell him to stop, Jeff shook his head, "no, I don't think I should. I probably shouldn't. It'd be for the best if I didn't." Randy took a moment before answering, "look Jeff... Mark told me everything that happened between the two of you. I don't know what you have to say about it, and I honestly am not that interested in hearing it. This whole deal is between the two of you and I'll leave it up to you and Mark to handle it however it ends up handled." Jeff fought his urge to run away from the situation, but he decided that he needed to stand up for himself and not be fooled by Randy's cool demeanor, maybe if he acted like he wasn't worried about Randy, it'd give him the impression that he should be worried about Jeff not giving up. "You're right. It's up to Mark and I to figure out how to handle it all, so I think it's best if you stayed out of it as much as possible." This time, Randy was a little taken back by what was being said. Instead of having a civil conversation, Jeff was intent on making his point any way he saw fit. "Mark and I have a lot of history, and that's something that you can't just forget about. I don't know what you guys have going on, but I think Mark has things to sort out and I'm not going to run away from him this time. Not anymore." Randy was stunned, he wasn't ready for Jeff to take on such a confrontational demeanor about this. He nodded, "I understand. I suppose you're right then, it would be for the best if you left now and came back later, when Mark's through with his meeting." Randy stood straight and tall, not intimidated by Jeff's words, "I'll let him know you were looking for him." Jeff nodded and turned to return to the lockerroom.
Randy shut the door and with a heavy heart realized that whatever friendship he had hoped would be salvaged between Jeff and himself was totally out of the window now. He wasn't quite expecting the reaction he had recieved, but he couldn't blame Jeff for wanting to fight for Mark. And that is what he was doing; in the hours between their talk yesterday and just now, Jeff had decided that it was worth all the effort and friendships to get Mark back. Mark was really worth it.
xXx
"Hey kid, get up, I'm starving." Randy opened his eyes to see Mark hovering above him. Mark sat down on the edge of the couch and smiled down at Randy; he leaned in to catch a quick kiss, but instantly knew something was wrong. "What is it? What's wrong?" he asked. Randy sat up, "nothing is wrong, Mark, but Jeff stopped by earlier. He needed to talk to you and it seemed important. I think maybe you should go talk to him." Randy tried not to show too much emotion as he spoke. Mark had a knack for knowing when something wasn't right. He didn't want him to give away too much and have Mark persuade him into spilling.
"I see," Mark said, trying to read Randy for anything he could be hiding. After a moment, Mark spoke again, "well, I'm sure I'll see him later. Let's go. I'm hungry." Randy stood up, "Okay." Mark sensed that he was still a little uneasy, "If it's really important, than he'll come talk to me later. Right now though, I'm hungry, so let's go get something to eat." Mark stood up and headed to the door. "Are you coming?" Randy laughed to himself, "yeah, I'm coming."
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"Come on Jeff," Matt was getting tired of hearing his brother go on and on about how he made mistakes in his past and that they had cost him his relationship with Mark. "You were there, Matt, you heard him say what he said. I'm not going to sit back and let him getaway. Nope, not this time. I'm going to fight for him. I have to. Maybe that's what he wants? What do you think, Matty?" Matt laughed at his younger brother, "I think maybe you got a little upset seeing Randy here with Mark, and whatever you two said to eachother bothered you enough to attack that vending machine down the hall. So now, you're all hyped up on sugar." Jeff glared at Matt, "funny. Now, please, can we be serious for a minute?" Fixing his hair, Matt sat down next to Jeff and with his arm around his shoulder said, "if you want him and honestly think that Mark has even one ounce of love for you still, then yeah, fight for him. You just have to remember that Mark is in a relationship now, he's in a relationship with someone you consider a friendm keep in mind, and you need to take everyone's feelings into consideration before you do anything. You know that rushing into this and hurting either Mark or Randy isn't going to get you anywhere." Jeff thought about what Matt said and then nodded in agreement, "I know he still loves me and yeah, I know I need to be careful, but if I don't do this, if I don't try all of those years were for nothing." Matt pitied his brother, the poor guy really loved Mark and until Mark was his again, he was going to be hurting. If he gets Mark back.
xXx
Randy listened to his friends talk about something that had happened at the tapings the week before. "The Smackdown! crew really has a lot more fun than the RAW boys." Randy said. Dave nodded, "I'm sure Hunter has everybody walking on eggshells, right?" "Yeah, he does, but with Vince running around like a chicken without a head, every one tries to keep a low profile most of the time." Phil laughed, "even you? I doubt that you need to worry about behaving around the boss." Chris jumped into the open seat next to Randy. "Please Randy, you don't do any scowering in corners. You're a big dog now, just like me." Randy smirked, "Well, you're right about that, I don't scower in corners, and we do love to screw around a lot and have fun, but I try to stay out of any big trouble. I don't want Vince or Hunter on my back or worrying about me doing something stupid." Mark nodded, "That's right, trouble is not something you need to get into. You've caused enough headaches before, I think you're through." "Yes, try to be more like me." Chris added. All the men at the table laughed, "says the guy who punched a fan and mangaed to grab the attention of TMZ. A true role-model." Punk said with a playful shove.
xXx
"Dad, I'm fine, don't worry about me, okay? I can handle this." Randy chatted with his father while Mark walked out of the bathroom. "Yeah, I know you do. I've got to go, i'll talk to you soon. I love you too, bye." Mark finished dressing and then asked, "and who in the hell was that, may I ask?" "My dad, smartass." Randy answered. With a smirk Mark looked back at Randy, "how is Cowboy doing?" "He's good other than the usual: Sore all the time. Back gives him a little trouble. His knees are bad." Randy shrugged. Mark nodded in agreement, "that's pretty bad. Your father and I suffer from the same ailments." Mark laughed and then noticed the look on Randy's face, "you're right. That is pretty bad and really weird." he said. "Well, too late, Orton. You've made your decision. Now you're stuck with me." Mark said with a smile, but not completely liking Randy's response to his joke. Randy stood and walked over to Mark and wrapped his arm around the bigger man's shoulders. "Relax, kid. I'm just teasing. You aren't that old." he said with a pat on the chest. "That old?" Mark asked, "are you implying that I am old though?" Randy smiled, "that's right. You've got nothing to worry about though, I kind of like you." With a shake of his head and a small laugh Mark headed to the door, "you're asking for it, punk. Let's go before I decide to give it to you." The Viper, ever so sly, walked towards him and stood directly in front of him, nearly chest to chest, "I've had my doubts about that, old man. I don't think that you can give it anymore. At least not as good as I can." Randy smirked and pushed out his lips a bit, looking directly into Mark's eyes. "Keep that up and we won't make it downstairs, Randy. I'm sure you've already noticed what that Viper thing does to me." "Getting a little hot and bothered?" Orton asked, moving and catching Mark's lips in a hot and dominating kiss. He bit and pushed his way into Mark's mouth to taste what was uniquely him. Not letting Mark take control, he pushed the bigger man up against the wall and continued his assault. When he could fill Mark's hands begin to roam, he pulled away. Content with Mark showing some sort of weakness to him, he opened and walked out the door, indeed leaving Mark hot and bothered. "You coming?" he asked. "I walked right into that. You're making me make silly mistakes, Orton. That's a dangerous thing." Mark said to him, walking out and trying to regain his composure. "Just want to know that I can." Randy said with a smile.
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"No, Chris, I must say that my goatee was so much better than yours. I hated it, but it really was much better than yours. Have you ever watched that segment with the two of us? No question about it. I was a stud even with that hideous thing. You just looked ridiculous." Mark told Chris, to the laughter of the other people around them. "No way, Mark. Mine was amazing; it looked great and it looked great on me." Chris argued. "Can we please not have to go through this everytime we get together?" Glen pleaded. This was not the first time Mark and Chris had had this particular debate.
"Hey, what's up guys? Are you guys slowing down on me? Not up for going out anymore?" Matt called out to the small group of people as he made his way to the bar. While he did that Ron Killings, Shane Helms, Layla and Tiffany found and sat down at a booth on the opposite side of the room. "We happen to be relaxing after a very stressful night of entertaining the masses." Jay told his friend. "What's your reason for not enjoying the nightlife this fine town has to offer?" Setting down a pitcher of beer on top of the table Matt answered, "too lazy to pretty ourselves up. Here. For your much appreciated efforts, gentlemen. Have a good night." The men thanked Matt and Mark and Jay both noted to send over a pitcher when they had finished their first.
"Matty!" everyone in the bar heard someone call. While almost everyne had turned to look who was shouting, Mark didn't need to; he knew that voice. Randy turned as everyone else had and then turned to the drink in his hand. He wasn't interested in any type of incidents occurng so he was more than happy to not draw any attention to himself. Seeing Randy's face, Mark gave his knee a small squeeze under the table and smiled at him when Randy looked up to meet his eyes.
"What's up, Jeffro?" Matt asked walking towards him. "Dad needs to ask you something about his appointment tomorrow. Bad reception though, so take it out here. You can barely hear him." Matt nodded to his brother and grabbed the phone. Jeff patted his brother on the back and then made his way into the bar. Jeff first noticed his friends Phil and Jay, so he walked directly to their table to greet them. As he got closer to the booth, he noticed that both Randy and Mark were there as well. Listening to Matt's words from earlier, Jeff decided that playing nice was going to get him a lot further than being an asshole would.
Jeff came up behind Chris and said his hello's to Chris, Glen, Phil and Jay and then turned to Randy and Mark. "Jeff." Mark said, being polite. "Hey Jeff." Randy said, following Mark's example. "Hi. How's it going?" Jeff said looking at them, but addressing the group. "Just having a little drink." Glen said. "They're having drinks, i'm having my Pepsi." Phil corrected him. "Of course," Jeff said with a smile and nod. "You guys heading back to NC tomorrow?" Jay asked. "Yeah. Gonna do a little filming for The Hardy Show. Maybe shoot a shoot on Philly for taking my title." Everyone at the table laughed, with the exception of Randy and Mark. "Aw, come on guys, loosen up. I can laugh at my own loss. I'll get it back eventually." Mark gave Jeff a small smile and got one in return. Randy, although trying his best not to be awkward, or at least trying not to let it show, was trying to figure out what had happened to the angry and confrontational Jeff Hardy he had spoken with earlier. He was fine with being civil, it's what he had wanted to begin with and what he had hoped for when he urged Mark to try and work things out, but he was also wary of letting his gaurd down too much.
After a little more small talk, Jeff said his goodbyes, wished them all safe travels and then joined his friends at their booth.
"Well, that wasn't too bad." Glen said in regards to Jeff's presence. After a short pause Chris spoke up, "Now i've completely forgotten the story I was going to tell you all." All the men at the table cheered and threw their napkins at him.
xXx
After another couple of hours of drinking, laughing and story telling, Mark, Randy, Chris, Phil, Glen and Jay decided to call it a night. "Hey Randy," Mark said, pulling him aside. "You can say no, okay?" Mark told him. "I'm gonna go over and see what Jeff wanted to talk about earlier." Randy sighed and then gave a small smirk, "you can talk to him all you want, Mark. I've already told you that and you don't need to ask. You're a grown man and you don't need my permission." "No, I know I don't, but I also don't want to do anything that will make you fill uncomfortable. You're sure you're okay with this? You can say no, and you and I will go back to the room and finish what you started." Mark joked. "That sounds good, but you should go talk to him. Maybe after." Randy winked.
xXx
Mark watched Randy, Chris and the others head towards the elevator and when they were out of sight, he turned around to talk to Jeff. When he turned around and looked up, he caught Jeff staring directly at him. Jeff turned to his brother and excused himself from the table, "I'll be back in a minute." Matt nodded and gave Jeff a look of warning to not do anything stupid.
In a few, quick strides Jeff was by Mark's side and as if nothing had ever happened between the two, Mark just smiled down at him and after returning the smile Jeff started out into the hotel lobby, Mark just at his side. It was nearly three in the morning so there was no one other than a cleaning lady and the clerk at the front desk who were talking to eachother. Mark led Jeff to a couch were they both took a seat. "I hear you stopped by my locker room today." Mark began. "Something you wanted to talk about?" Jeff tied his hair back and then said, "yeah, I wasn't sure if Randy had told you." "He did." Mark said. "What did you want to talk about?" he asked, knowing what the answer was. "Do you even need to ask?" Jeff laughed. "So...?" "So, what's going on?" Jeff finished for him. Mark sighed, "I meant everything that I said to you, if that's what you were wondering." "I was and I'm glad to hear that because I've always felt the same." Jeff quietly replied, his head hung low. Mark reached over and lifted his chin up, "I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, Jeffrey. Always hold your head up strong."
xXx
Mark and Jeff sat and talked for an hour, not about anything they thought they'd be talking about, but about everything besides that. They were both able to relax around each other and without thinking, Mark reached his arm over and rested it over the back of the couch. Jeff wanted to lean into Mark, like he had a million times before, but this certainly wasn't like those other times and Mark doing that simple movement reminded Jeff exactly how different this was. "Are we going to sit here and pretend like there is no elephant in the room?" Jeff finally asked. Mark took a deep breath and then slowly let it out, "Jeff, I'm no mind reader, what is it you want to talk about exactly?" Jeff searched for what he wanted to say, what he wanted to ask and what he wanted to know. A million thoughts ran though his mind and he was getting dizzy trying to sort them all. As he often did, Jeff opened his mouth and hoped something made sense, "Forget about Randy." Mark groaned and shifted in his seat. "Hear me out, Mark. You said that you meant what you said to me yesterday and you know how I feel about you. That's never changed." Jeff reasoned. "What do you expect me to do, Jeff? Just drop him and pretend like nothing ever happened?" Mark questioned. "No, I don't expect that. I just want you to give me another chance." Jeff said. "Please. You know there is still something between us. How can you deny that?
xXx
A little after 4:00am, Randy woke up to the sound of his cell phone ringing. After reading the message, he assumed that Dave was somewhere drunk with a cell phone in his hand. He scanned the room and figured that Mark was still out talking with Jeff. In all honesty, he didn't mind that Mark was with Jeff. Throughout the day, aside from the thing with Jeff at the arena, he felt comfortable with where he stood with Mark. He figured as long as Mark and Jeff were good, then Mark would feel less guilty about their relationship. He knew that Mark felt guilty about them and if they didn't patch things up he always would. It's for the best, right? He needs to get over Jeff, not just for me, but for himself.
Randy got up from the bed and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini bar. He moved to the television to grab the remote before heading back to the bed. After flipping through all of the channels twice, Randy was starting to feel restless. He grabbed his water and got up. He walked to the window and opened it just enough to look out to the street. He felt a lump in his throat at what he saw. Shit. He thought. Don't take him away, Jeff.
xXx
"Fuck. I need a smoke." Jeff said, still trying to convince Mark that he deserved another chance. "Can we talk outside for a while?" Mark sighed, "those things are going to kill someday, you know?" Jeff stood up, "yeah, well, not today they're not." Outside, they walked around to the side of the hotel and sat down at a bench near the hotel's garden.
"Well?" Jeff asked, lighting his cigarette. "Jeff, please don't ask me to do this." Mark pleaded with him. "We've already established that, yes, I do still love you, but I don't know that it's still the love you're looking for. So please, I'm asking, i'm begging you to not push this anymore." Jeff looked away from Mark and blew out a puff of smoke. "Mark, you're asking me not to pursue this because you know that it's right. I get that you don't want to hurt Randy, he's a good guy, I know, but I can't just sit back and watch as you and Randy play house and do everything that I want to do with you." Mark threw his hands in the air, "We had that, Jeff. And you let it go. I let it go. We let things get too bad and we lost what we had. I'm sorry for everything, Jeff, I've apologized a million times and i'll apologize a million more times just to get you to forgive me, but dammit Jeff, don't ask me to leave Randy for you now. I was yours all those years, but you never let me in completely. Why would this time be any different?" Jeff butted out his cigarette and tossed it into the ashtry next to him. With moist eyes, he looked at Mark, "I forgive you, Mark. And I know that i'm just as at fault for everything that happened, but please, I'm just asking for a chance." Mark shook his head, "We're getting no where with this, Jeffro." Jeff was so close to crying, but he held in the tears, "I don't know what else I can do, Mark. I love you and that's all I can offer to get you to just give me a chance again. I love you, I just need you to have enough faith in me to give me another chance. The last time, Mark. I promise." Jeff leaned against his knees and held his head in his hands. Mark hurt for hurting Jeff and making him feel the way he did. Mark wasn't sure what to do, he was afraid that he'd do something that would send the wrong message to Jeff. He sighed and put his arm around Jeff's shoulders. When he felt the small trembles coming from the small man, he moved a bit closer and moved his hand to the top of Jeff's head where he pushed back the hair that had fallen loose. "I'm sorry," Mark whispered to him.
xXx
Shit. Don't take him away, Jeff. Randy thought to himself, watching his spot with Mark slip away. Just give me chance, Mark.
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