[for Mark- Post fight]

[toshiko_san]

It had been a mostly good day for both Jackson and Tosh. They'd napped for a bit after Owen had dropped him off, and spent some time down at the beach, and visited with Banon and Charlie. If anything, she'd tired her son out a bit too much. He was cranky enough that it seemed it, fighting sleep with every ounce of his will. She'd hoped to make

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[make_creation]

Mark had said he'd come back later. In fact, it seemed like he was spending more time here than at home lately. Chalk that up to being new and exciting. Even more exciting since he'd gotten hit.

He knocked softly, careful of his knuckles, Jackson, and the fact that he simply didn't cop-knock.

Jesus, his head hurt.

[toshiko_san]

Tosh liked him spending time here. She wasn't ready for another great commitment, but she was comfortable with Mark. Yet, still, he made her smile just by being around, her skin tingling each time they touched. It was a nice thing, and she was trying to not read too much into it. To just let it be, and happen as it would.

It was a harder thing for her to do than some might assume.

Pushing away from Jackson's door, she called out quietly, "Come in." She stopped with her hand on the door, when she caught sight of his face. "What happened?"

[make_creation]

"Hi," he said, smiling a little. He raised his head and closed his eyes as he took off his glasses and slipped them into his pocket. He couldn't see shit, but just having them resting on his nose was too much. He'd gotten here and he could take looking at the fuzzy outline of Tosh.

"Um, I kind of got into a little fight? No big deal. It's okay," he continued. "Just so you know, I don't really do the fighting thing."

Because it obviously needed to be made clear that Mark and his Bohemian-artist-hundred and thirty five pounds soaking wet frame wasn't the sort to go out brawling regularly.

[toshiko_san]

"A little fight?" Her hand hovered near his face, not quite touching it. "You look like you've been run over by a lorry. Alright, not so bad," she tried for a smile wanting to be reassuring, but sure knew she just seemed worried. "But fairly awful."

"What happened?"