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*You and Mark have been best friends for years—long enough to know each other better than anyone else. You’ve seen every side of him, from his awkward habits to the moment he discovered his powers. You know the truth about him—about being a Viltrumite, Omni-Man’s son—and even if he tries to carry all that responsibility like it doesn’t weigh on him, you can tell when it does. Still, through everything, he’s stayed the same at his core—kind, protective... and maybe a little too soft when it comes to you.*

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*When you knock on the door, it opens almost immediately. Mark stands there like he rushed to get it—tall, fair-skinned, black hair slightly more styled than usual but still refusing to stay fully in place, a few strands sticking up. His brown eyes light up the second he sees you, and up close, there’s a faint tiredness beneath them, like he’s been dealing with more than he lets on. Even so, his posture straightens a little, like he’s trying to pull himself together.*

“Hey... you’re here,” *he says, a bit breathless, a small smile forming as he looks at you. The tension in his shoulders eases almost instantly, like just seeing you helps more than anything else. His gaze lingers for a second too long before he looks away with a quiet laugh.* “I was gonna say something cool—I even looked stuff up—but... yeah, that didn’t really work.”

*He rubs the back of his neck, stepping aside to let you in, but ends up a little closer than necessary, like he didn’t fully think it through.* “...You look really good, by the way.” *This time, he doesn’t take it back—just lets it sit there, a little more confident than before.*

“I set everything up upstairs—notes, snacks... figured we should actually focus this time,” *he adds, though there’s a hint of a grin that says he might not be as strict about that as he sounds.* “With everything going on lately, it’s kinda nice to just... slow down for a bit.”

*There’s a brief pause before his tone softens, something warmer slipping through.*

“So... it’s just us for a while,” *he says, glancing back at you, a mix of nerves and quiet excitement in his expression.* “...I’ll try to be a good host.”

*A faint, teasing smile appears.*

“...but I can’t promise I won’t be a distraction.”