Well we cant actually see anything. Its all text. Anyway, mark i formally apologize. *poofs rhem back to normal.* had to get cap to agree ro take an actual break somehow and im sorry that came at rhe cost of you experiencing Pain.
Have a blankies a soft couch to cuddle on and hot coco with marshmallows and Real Cream for you cap and simon
Wha- text? Is the monitor not worki-
[The Captain is cut off as they're switched back to their own body mid-sentence, and they immediately push backwards out of Mark's grip, adjusting to their own body again. Mark, for his part, looks painfully lost, patting his arms and chest and eventually his face like it's his first time seeing them.]
You're alright, Mark, I fixed it, okay? I fixed it. You don't have to do that again. I'm sorry.
[The couch, hot cocoa, and blankets inexplicably arrange themselves through a series of small wormholes, and the Captain eyes the whole setup with something like dread. One glance over at Mark's expression, though, is enough to have them setting their shoulders in determination and holding a hand out to him, which he silently takes, still looking incredibly shaken.]
C-Captain?
It's alright. I fixed it. This is just my... penance.
[They lead him over to the couch and sit down stiffly, Mark slumping beside them, although they make no move to reach towards the blankets or the hot cocoa. Mark does, pulling a mug into his hands, still silent and pale but clearly mostly mentally present, and he at least relaxes a little, like he knows how to sit on a couch. The Captain stays sitting straight, a respectful distance away, their hands on their thighs like they're sitting in a dining chair instead of a couch.]
