He sat there on the edge of his own bed, he had been sitting there for quite a while now. The institute was a big place with plenty of space but unfortunately it also had walls that didn't make it all that difficult to hear through. Especially when going back and forth through the hallways to tuck Ty in once his younger brother was off to bed. It was there he had heard things at first, and only continued to eavesdrop through the rest of the conversation and carried it over to his own room as he sat there and listened.
His room was dark, all the lights had remained off, and he sat there on the edge of the plush white bedding with his hands folded in his lap. Things had been doing so well, they were all three happy being with each other. These were his knights of not so shiny armor. The sigh from his lungs had his body moving up and then down with a dull ache that resided in his chest. It was heavy, weighted with the situation he had never been told about. Questions without conclusions bubbled to the surface while the tiny pools of glistening hot drops slid down the angle of his cheek and splashed onto his folded hands. These were emotions that he did remember, none of which were pleasant feeling in the least.
Mark was quiet though, silent in his pain and self hatred for not being aware, for not being prepared for such things as the feelings he was running through now. Pain. Anger. Jealousy. Malice. Lips parted softly as he let out a slow breath to try and calm the nerves that bunched in the pit of his stomach. How could he have been so blind, so dumb as to think it would always be so easy. Nails scratched at his arms on either side while he tried to rid his body of these emotions, there was so much and he had little idea on how to deal with them just yet.
Getting up he looked to the doorway of his room and wondered if it was worth the mental anguish at the moment. From what he head heard the two had already made up...but where was that to leave him? Was he selfish for wanting to be angry, for wanting to be hurt by the two men that he openly placed his heart with so willingly. So genuinely. So completely.
His footsteps led him out of his own doorway, hesitant to take another step in their direction. Hesitant to let the wash of emotions control him the way that it had already been doing by the look of redness in his eyes, puffiness of his skin, and red marks up and down along his arms. Looking down at his hands he shuffled through his fingers unsure of himself, of what to do next. The silent pain fell from his eyes in those hot tears but he was quick to wipe them away. When was he to be told of this intrusion upon their supposed love? When was he to be important enough to include in such heavy conversations of the heart?
He stood in the hallway for a moment longer, lingering before his mind was made up for the evening. Stepping backward he claimed the cool wood beneath his feet once again and slammed his door shut without meaning to hide it. He disliked looking from the outside, so he decided he would do much better to trap himself on the inside, alone for the night. The comforts of the cool night air in his room being all that he wanted at this moment.