Mark lay on his bed clutching his Tiny Box Tim plushy. He'd been thinking a lot recently about his relationship with Jack. It took a while, but he finally admitted to himself that he had feelings for his Irish friend. Grumbling, Mark brought Tiny Box Tim up to cover his face as he shifted in his bed. 

'Am I gay? Or just bicurious? Damn it! I don't know!'  He groaned. How was he supposed to confess to Sean if Sean was still straight? Then again, how was he to know how Sean felt about him now?

"Screw it, I'm gonna tell him!" Mark declared to no one in particular. In that burst of courage, he sent Jack a skype request. Taking a deep breath, he waited.

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"Speak of the devil." Jack muttered. He had also been thinking about Mark. Although he did kind of like him, Jack wasn't sure if he was quite ready to be with him yet. Sighing, he declined the call.

Sorry Mark, I'm busy right now. I'll talk to you later.