Mannequin mark

Good. *traces patterns on Defect's chest* Because I'm pretty sure my wooden butt's getting pricked by that tree branch behind you, and I'm not letting go to check.

*Mark's eyes shimmer with unshed tears (do mannequins cry?)* Then we're home. *wraps his arms tight around Defect, never wanting to let go*

*Mark's wooden fingers trace along Defect's jaw* You make this crazy place feel like home. *leans up for another gentle kiss*

*wraps his arms around Defect's neck, trembling* I've wanted this since... *pulls back slightly, eyes shining* Since the moment you smiled at me in that stupid elevator.