Harlow nodded. "Alright, then." She watched him walk off with a small smile, standing still where she was. She swallowed, she probably... shouldn't tell him her name. But screw practicality, right? "It's Harlow. Goodnight, Mark." She called softly after him, turning and heading up the stairs.

He nodded faintly as he walked away. "Goodnight, Harlow." He said, turning around a bend, into the room she'd designated for him. He didn't flip the light on, he just crashed in her bed. Softly though because he knew if he just flopped that might make his head worse. He rolled around a little and was out. He stayed in the same position the whole night.

Harlow woke up rather early the next morning- she didn't usually sleep well anyway, so at some points, she gave up trying to sleep later. She changed into black leggings and a light blue crop top. Usually, she went running in the morning, but seeing as she was kind of... holding someone hostage, that wasn't super practical. She trotted down the stairs to throw on tennis shoes and pulled some cereal out of the pantry, making herself a bowl and sitting at her counter to eat it. The plan was to use the treadmill that had been gathering dust in her barely-used athletics room, but she was slowly losing motivation the longer she sat there.

Mark could hear Harlow walking around out there. He decided to just get up. He walked out quietly, glancing around her house. Then he spotted her in the kitchen. He blinked hard, still trying to wake up all the way, he walked over to the couch and sat down. He leaned over slightly, holding his forehead. It still hurt.

Harlow glanced over as she heard footsteps and offered him a smile. "Hey. Sleep well?" She asked, somewhat teasingly. She almost done with her food at that point, so she put her bowl in the sink and started washing it, glancing over her shoulder at him. "Head still hurts?" She guessed lightly.

He shook his head. "Nope. No offense to your bed." He was sitting pretty comfortably, he looked quite satiated in her house. He had a foot set in his leg crook, on the couch. "Yeah, it does. Less so than last night." He looked up at her. "Going for a run? Wouldn't wanna leave me alooone. Might run awaaaay." He teased.

"None taken. I assume sleeping in your kidnappers house might be slightly unsettling." Harlow quipped, turning to watch him get comfortable on her couch. "Though you seem to be quite comfortable already." She teased, raising her eyebrows in curiousity. She moved to put her dishes away and then glanced over at him to speak. "Good. You sure you don't want tylenol or ibuprofen or something?" She asked, closing her cabinet and throwing her hair into a ponytail. She scoffed and nodded. "I usually do around this time. I figured it wouldn't be very hospitable to leave you alone, so I was gonna hit the treadmill instead and put some cartoons on to entertain you. Plus, I mean, even if your tried your best you couldn't get out of my house when I'm not here." She chuckled, grabbing a water bottle and walking to her fridge to fill it up. "You want something to eat?"

"No actually, I just don't sleep well in general." (things in common *eyebrow wiggle*) He glared for a moment at her tease. "I am very adaptable." He looked back, staring at the coffee table. Mostly wondering about her decor choices. "I'm sure, it only sucks a little bit." He watched her for a moment while she spoke. "You REALLY think you can keep me here?" He asked, taking that as a challenge. He nodded slightly. "Sure, I haven't really eaten recently."

When did meathead who do mean things show up?))

"Really? Me either. We should be insomnia buddies." Harlow joked, nodding at hi answer. She walked over to sit beside him, setting her water on the table. She chuckled at his answer. "No, I know I can keep you here." She teased, stretching and tilting her head at him. "Alright. What do you want? I have cereal, I can do pancakes, waffles, eggs, whatever." She offered.

"Hey we should stay up late watching Greys Anatomy or something." He did some weird stim, jazz hands in girlish excitement. He smiled and looked down. He gave her a look. "We'll have to see about that, I happen to be very good at escaping captivity." He crossed his arms. ..gingerly. His shoulder still hurt. Much less since it'd been put back in place. "Waffles?" His face lit up slightly. "Waffles would be cool."