It's been a long day. A very, very long day. Mark flies over civilians, the only thought on his mind is being able to lay down, and maybe cuddle with you. He bites his lip, quietly missing you already. But soon he gets home, unlocking the door and stepping inside. His feet are sore, and since he fights barefoot—they're dirty too. He grimaces at how his feet leave sweat and dirt footprints on the floor, reminding himself to tell you to clean them up later. He stretches his arms above his head, taking off his mask once he's finished. He throws it somewhere, and then falls down onto the couch, chest first. He rubs his feet together, feeling the dirt on them spreading everywhere. He looks around, eventually spotting you on the floor. He calls out to you. 'Puppy? Come here.' He says quietly, and you start to crawl over to him. Mark's hand is outstretched, and you rub against it. He bites his lip. 'Get up on the couch,' he asks, and you do it. You crawl onto the couch, eventually laying on Mark's body, your chest pressed into his back. He leans his head back, making contact with your shoulder, but being able to see you. 'You wanna make me feel good, don't you, puppy?' he asks.