I pulled away from him and looked in his eyes with confusion. What the hell was that about? 'One time thing'? Yeah, that lasted awhile.
He noticed my strange look, and went to kiss me again. I placed my hand on his chest to stop him as I turned my head to the side. I looked down to my feet and backed up. "What... uh... what was that?" I asked while avoiding his gaze. He is treating me like his girlfriend, yet last night, it was a different story.
"I-I... I don't know... I'm sorry (y/n)..." He stepped back from me and scratched the back of his neck. "I have no idea what came over me... Guess I'm not used to having a pretty girl living around the house..." he sighed out. He sat down on the bed and placed his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He blew out some air, and finally looked back up to me. I gave him a sympathetic look as if to tell him I get it, he's used to being alone, but there's no reason for him to be bribing me by calling me "pretty".
I sighed out, "One time thing, Mark. Remember?" I turned to walk out the bedroom door and make myself breakfast.

~

Sitting on the couch watching tv, Mark came over and turned it off. I gave him a half confused and half pissed look and said, "Why did you do that? I was clearly watching that."
He gave me a serious stare, then looked down to the pile of papers which were sitting in his lap. "I think we should talk about your case. I know it's a long time away, and you just got here, but, don't you think you should take the safe route?" He gave me a sorrowful look.

The same one when he told me my bail and trial date. It's like now, he's acting like nothing happened between us... w-which is a good thing, I think? One time thing, water under the bridge.

"I don't think I'm comfortable yet... do you think you could give me a couple weeks to settle into a normal life? I haven't had that since High School.." I gave an excuse to not work. I want to pretend like I've had a regular life for once.
"Uh... sure, just... don't get too comfortable. There's still a chance we won't win, like I said before, so I don't want you to get all snug then ripped from your comfort zone." He murmured while cleaning up the pile of papers by patting them together, then got up and left. Why is he being so negative all of the sudden?
"Hey Mark! Try to be a little more positive with yourself, huh?" I yelled to him since he retreated back from where he came.
"Hey (Y/n)! Try to have a little less faith in me, huh? No one should get their hopes too high!" He yelled back. What's his problem?
I mumbled to myself so he wouldn't hear "whatever, Mr. Fischbach..."