"We didn't-?" Mark whispers. mouth drying in mortified horror as he can't complete his question. He stares down at his hands, unwilling to meet the heated gaze of the younger. "B-but, why? I thought you-"

"Mark, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing. I like my partners sentient and receptive." Jackson says dryly. Part of Mark's pathetically hopeful heart swells at the trust Jackson held that he will wake up eventually, yet the other half sinks at the thought of returning to their usual routine, Jackson being over-bearing and oppressive and Mark being his willing victim. There is no end to this vicious cycle.

"So..." Mark twiddles his thumbs, a habit he does when he gets nervous. It is a pet peeve that irritates Jackson, who reaches over and grabs at them, successfully stunning the elder, and pulls the pair of hands into his own lap.

"So now," Jackson continues, devilish smirk growing on his face. "We make up for lost time."

Mark immediately draws away and frowns at the younger. "Jackson, I really don't think-"

"Come on, Mark!" Jackson bellows at a volume that makes Mark jump. "I've waited a whole two weeks because you were in LA and then three whole extra days to carry this out just because you were knocked out from the jetlag from the returning flight!"

"But- Jackson!" Mark whines. "I don't want to do your stupid plans anymore! Do you not remember the last time you tried to prank someone, Jin Young threatened to set your snapback collection on fire? He even mixed some of my hats up with yours! I don't want a replay of that!"