I stood there blankly as I awaited an answer as he casually leaned on his black car with his arms folded across his chest. How could he bail me and out? Well, I suppose he is a lawyer, but why would he? What effect does it have on him for me to be temporarily released back into the normal world? Fuck questioning his logic, he got me out and where I am now, and for that, I'm extremely forever grateful. Next problem: Finding a place to stay for the next rough two years.
Mark pushed himself up from his position, keeping his arms crossed.
"I told you, (Y/n). You're innocent and I know you are. You don't deserve to wait like that for two years just to be shoved back into the busy world. So why not start now?" He shrugged it off, as if it were nothing. This man has only met me a few times, yet paid excessively large amounts of cash to free me from time's death grip in that cell.
"Mark, I really sincerely appreciate what you've done for me. But you couldn't have spent all that money on me, it's ridiculous. I can't ever pay you ba-"
"You don't have to. Just change in the pocket. It's fine. Just enjoy what you have now."
Oh boy.
There's the problem.
"Yeah so, about that, I kinda don't have anything now but the clothes on my back, remember? I was held prisoner for years, I had everything previously taken from me, yeah..." He stiffened when I said that. Did he forget I lost everything I held close to me?
Thinking of it now, Mark has become a lot more serious since we first met. That day he took everything more so as a joke, and just, I don't know, but he's grown more serious and in charge. He knows what's gonna happen with my future and intents to make it happen.
"Well, would you maybe like to stay with me?" He avoided eye contact with me until he noticed how strange that sounded. "No, no! I meant until you found another place to stay in! I didn't mean live with me, your lawyer just, ugh." He grunted out in frustration as I continued to gaze at him with the same confused stare used when the words first left his mouth. With just one quick glance back up to me, he took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I have a guest bedroom. Would you like to reside there until you have your own residence to inhabit?" He sighed out while putting his glasses back on and recrossing his arms.
I ran up to him and gave him the biggest hug I could. It's remarkable, really, that he would even bail me out, let alone let me 'reside' with him.
"Yes I would. Thank you, Mr. Fischbach."
"(Y/n),"
"...Mark"
"There 'ya go. Come on. Let me show you your new home." He called it my home again. I looked at him, again, with that puzzled look.
"What? What did I say?" He questioned. I stayed silent. He will figure it out on his own.
"Our home...?" He thought out loud while we stumbled into his car. Not quite there yet, I see.
"Shit. I called it your fucking place again." He mumbled lowly to himself as he turned his car on. Bingo, there you go, Mr. Fischbach.
"Too late to take it back now! It's my house! I shall never leave! Ha Ha Ha!" I joked around with him, which I don't think he enjoyed. He glanced over to me with a, sort of disgusted look.
"Geez, Mark. I was only kidding. I'm not staying there forever. If it's really that much of a hassle I can find a shelter or someone else to take me in until I have money..."
"No!" He shouted quite loudly, making me jump in surprise. I looked over to him to see his grip on the steering wheel tightened to where his knuckles turned white.
"No, I mean. Just, no, (Y/n), it's fine." He poorly reassured me.
"...doesn't seem fine to me, Mr. Fischbach..." I mumbled so low that I could barely hear myself.
"Well it is, and if you're staying with me, you'd better get used to calling me Mark."
He spoke then mumbled "I won't tolerate any 'Mr. Fischbach' bullshit." under his breath.
"Well I guess we both have to work on our 'talking to ourselves' skills, don't we Mr. Fischbach." I decided to tease.
He rolled his eyes and continued driving.