"I didn't wanna bother-" he starts defensively, curled up in bed alone with an extremely lonely hardon, before he hears the warmth in Marcus' voice. He can imagine his smile, the way his face crinkles up in pleasure, before immediately trying to hide his happiness. He misses that. It's been three fucking days, and he misses that.

Midnighter's tone is fond in answer, "I usually hibernate this shit out, the healing thing, but I-" He sighs. "Haven't been able to sleep. Thinking about you the whole fucking time."

And this is stupidly needy, but- "sure I can't have a picture?"