(Mark's P.O.V.)

I sigh, walking into the living room staring at my phone. "So apparently the universe loves making me change my flight." I say. Jack looks back at me.

"Whatcha mean?" He asks. I'm once again supposed to leave tomorrow but...

"VidCon was moved up. It's in two weeks." I say, nodding a bit. Jack chuckles, sitting up for he was previously laying down on the couch.

"Really?" He asks. I nod.

"Yeah. And by then that cast'll be off your hand." I say, nodding to Jack's still broken hand. He nods, looking at it himself.

"I'm gonna ask if they can preserve your drawing. I wanna keep it." He says in a cute voice. I laugh, going and sitting next to him. As soon as I do he lays down again, his head on my lap.

"Okay then. Anyways, the only reason I bring it up is how would you like it if I stayed here till VidCon and we fly to Anaheim together?" I ask, hopeful (and almost positive) he'll say yes. He smiles, looking up at me.

"Of course I'll be up for that! I'd love it!" He says, leaning up and kissing my nose before laying down again. I nod.

"Awesome. I'm gonna get tickets then." I say, quickly booking tickets for a flight the day before the con. I'm really looking forward to VidCon, they said they wanna do a Markiplier and Friends panel like Pax so Bob, Wade, Jack and I are gonna do that. Yay! Soon the flights are booked, one flight for me to go the Anaheim and I'll just Uber back to my house since it isn't to far, and then another flight for Jack to go to Anaheim and then fly back here, since he requested that. I agreed, though somewhat reluctantly.

"I have a few questions." Jack says then, making me jump back to reality.

"Yeah huh?" I ask. He hesitates, looking at the ground, his head still on my lap.

"They're about a week ago." He says softly. I nod slowly.

"Okay. What are they?" I ask in a soothing tone. He inhales and exhales deeply and then speaks.

"Mark how the hell did Dark get out?" He asks, looking up at me for the first time since I brought up VidCon. I sigh, closing my eyes. I shake my head.

"I... I don't really know." I whisper, though I know exactly how Dark took over. I just don't want Jack to think it's his fault. Which it isn't. It isn't at all. If it's anyones fault it's mine.

"Mark I can see through you all the time, every lie of yours, every stretch of the truth. Please tell me how." Jack says softly. I hesitate but soon nod slowly, agreeing.

"Okay. Okay. I just want you to know, that it isn't your fault in any way so don't think it is. Okay?" I say seriously. He nods, now not so eager to hear what I have to say. I sigh, closing my eyes before opening them and beginning my story. "I was in the kitchen making breakfast. Breakfast for you, I wanted to surprise you. Dark started talking about this plan or something, I don't really know. But he wouldn't shut up. It was just mumbling in the back of my head. I ignored it, I thought of the past week, I thought about what's gonna happen in the future... I thought about you. And apparently I detached myself just enough that Dark had enough power. He used my love for you as an advantage, a way to get out. He knocked me out, trapped me in the same place he normally is. Then you walked into the room and it all went to hell. I'm so sorry Jack..." I finish, closing my eyes yet again. Jack sits up, or at least I assume so considering the absence of his head on my lap and the new presence of his arms around me.

"Hey, hey it's okay. I'm fine. Yeah, I hurt a bit, but we knew this might have happened when we decided to be together. We knew there were dangers, that there were things to worry about. But I'm fine now, and I will be fine later. I'll always be just fine. And none of it is your fault, none of it is my fault, it isn't anyones fault." He says it softly and I nod, my eyes still closed. I regret everything that day, everything that happened. Well, everything except for finding out about Jack cutting again. That's probably the only upside to all of this. But him getting hurt, him getting tortured. Knowing that part of me was the cause of that... Him getting hurt like that is my biggest regret right now.

"Hey, I'm getting kinda hungry. Wanna go get something to eat?" Jack asks quietly. I nod wildly, for once noticing my growing hunger. He laughs at my enthusiasm. "Alright. Then let's go." He says and we go get food.