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Pocket Pal (Mark and Jack) (Part 2)

A/N I'll format it later but here you guys go. 😅 

Jack initially thought he was sleeping on a cloud, in a warm sky where there wasn't icy frost or chilly wind. He felt so comfortable, and he hadn't felt this warm or cozy in a good while. A part of him didn't want to wake up, not yet, but his eyes slowly opened. He yawned and turned over, snuggling the blanket that was wrapped around him. In the sea of warmth, he was so tempted to go back to sleep.

But something kept him from that. He frowned and opened his eyes again. It was brighter than the Irish borrower remembered. He yawned and sat up, taking the time to rub his eyes and pop his back before he took in his surroundings. He wasn't in any borrowing home, and he wasn't in the human's pocket anymore. He was on a large, comfortable bed, and the bedroom window allowed low rays of sunlight to beam happily inside.

Jack's eyes widened. How did I get here? His skin crawled at the thought of a human touching him without him even being aware of it. Oh shit. He shivered and clutched his covers, looking around suspiciously.

"What am I gonna do?" He murmured. I need to get out of here! His heart was already hammering in his chest, and adrenaline was helping him get wide awake. But as he started to get out of the covers, the door he didn't notice was closed suddenly started to open. Jack gasped and dove under the blanket, hiding in the darkness and waiting anxiously. Footsteps made their way in, coming closer, and closer. He heard a small murmur of confusion, and then the air temperature suddenly spiked up at an alarming rate. No more than a few seconds later, a weight settled on top of the borrower. Jack froze. The weight shifted, moving around like it was looking for him, and the tiny decided with a tremble that it was only the human's hand.

But he didn't anticipate the covers being peeled off of him. Jack gasped and shook. He was so cold, he didn't want it! He tried to cope with the sudden drop in temperature, but when he looked up, he saw the upside down face of the human looking down at him. As soon as he met Mark's gaze, the man's eyes lit up with relief.

"There you are." Jack shook even more violently. Holy hell, his voice is so fucking deep! Mark laid the covers behind Jack and crouched down, putting his arms up on the bed. Jack shuddered and tried to reach for the covers, but they were just out of reach. Mark frowned. "Oh, are you cold?" Jack winced again as hands came for him. "Sorry," Mark murmured, "I didn't realize that was what you were doing." Jack felt his stomach drop as the hands passed over him, but they grabbed the blanket and pulled the edge of it right up to the frightened borrower. Jack snatched the lip of it up and pulled it around him, seeking comfort. The hands rested behind him though, ringing around his backside and cupping the air supportively. Jack shook, giving them a fearful glance.

"Is that better?" Jack turned his attention to the human. There wasn't any wicked malice in his eyes, from what Jack could see; he was pretty good at reading people. And his hands were throwing off some body heat, which Jack refused to admit felt kind of nice out loud. He stared at Mark for a little bit, trying to get a good reading on the human. Is he going to hurt me? Is he mad that I got in his pocket, or used his phone? Humans could get pretty possessive of their belongings. It was what made borrowing so dangerous. Another thought made Jack feel colder than anything: What is he going to do with me?

Mark frowned. The poor tiny looked so petrified, and he wasn't talking. Maybe he can't understand me. Maybe I'm hallucinating, even. He shook that idea quickly out of his skull. No, this is a real person, and he's probably just scared. I don't blame him. Mark tried smiling. "Is that better?" He repeated, asking gently. He saw the borrower quiver under his powerful voice, and his heart went out to the tiny Irishman. Just keep calm, he tried to tell himself. Keep calm, don't scare him. He scares easily, just give him some time and let him know you're not a bad guy. "Um..." Mark realized like a slap in the face that he was probably too close for Jack's comfort, so he slowly started to move his hands away. But Jack made a noise and hugged the covers tightly, making Mark pause. Communication was the crucial key in this situation.