"I know I am." Harlow said lightly as she walked out.

Harlow had changed by the time Mark walked back out. Dark blue sweater, black ripped jeans, barefoot, and curled up on the couch with her nose in a book. Another surprising addition? Glasses. She didn't notice when he walked in, simply turning the page in her book.

Mark glanced over her, slightly amused, and most importantly, attracted when he noticed the glasses. She looked- for lack of better word- cute with them on. He was in dark blue jeans, a black long-sleeve that thankfully wasn't very tight with the sleeves pushed up. He walked over and sat down on the couch. Looking over at her.

Harlow only looked up when she felt the extra weight on the couch, her eyes flicked to him and she blinked in surprise, slightly confused at the way he was looking over at her. After a moment She realized she still had the glasses on, glancing away and scrambling to get them off, tossing them gently on the table beside the couch and letting her book fall silently into her lap. She swiped at her hair, which had been slightly rustled in the fight for her glasses and looked back at him, offering a flustered smile complete with slightly pink cheeks. "Uhm- I don't- those aren't mine, I don't- uhm- Anyway. Hi." She stuttered out.

He smiled at her, flushing slightly. "On any other day I'd call you a liar." He was slightly admiring the pink on her cheeks, while also trying to pay attention to whatever she had to say. "I feel much less like a toxic wasteland now."

"Well I'm glad today isn't any other day, then." Harlow said sarcastically, noting the slight flush on his cheeks. But he had also just gotten through a day of literal torture, so she didn't know just how much that flush really meant. "Maybe more of a radioactive plain, instead?" She teased, looking down and grabbing her book so she could mark her page and set it beside her. "You look ready for hibernation." She teased.

((Mmmmm should there be two bedrooms or one and we have them argue over it like always?))

He smiled, a tame expression. "No, definitely more swamp than anything. Full of biting crocodiles." He made a face, watching her hands work. "I would say so, after being poked and proded all day I think I've earned a nap." He said in a sarcastically triumphant manner.

"Oh, that's better I guess. Are you sure they aren't alligators? I hear they're nicer." Harlow teased, smiling at him. "I think so too. Come on." She said, standing and leading him into a door off the main living room. It was a rustic bedroom with a King-sized bed. Harlow had obviously gone through the motions of un-dusting the room for him, and his go-bag laid by the door. "Your suite, your majesty." She smiled.

"No I'm infested with fresh-water crocodiles." He nodded- sarcastically solemn. He smiled up at her lightly, standing up, slowly but standing up. He followed her in, looking around, he plopped down carefully on the bed. "Fabulous condition for fifteen years untouched." He teased, giving her a docile smile. "Thank you very much Harlow."

"Right, you're too sweet to be infested with alligators." Harlow teased gently, giving him a sweet smile. "Thanks. I tried to clean it up before you got in, but I don't know if I got everything. If you need anything my room is- well, it's the only other door you haven't been behind. Don't be afraid to wake me up for any reason." She nodded, glancing out the window at the edge of the room. It was barely after sunset, but he clearly needed sleep. And so did she. "Assuming you're ready for bed, that is?" She asked lightly, leaning against the doorframe slightly.

He gave her a look at her comment, though he did like the sound of it. He looked up at her as she explained. "It's just fine for me." He chuckled, all he'd need to do was sleep as far as he's concerned. "I am very ready to go to sleep, probably won't bother you for a few days if I can have my way." He said playfully.

((I vote she lets him sleep for the whole next 24 hours but he wakes up just for her and then sleeps until the next morning hehehe))