Morgan's POV

A knock sounded, alerting me of Mark's presence. "Hey." I nodded, stepping aside for him to enter. "You live here." He said rubbing his hands together as I moved him to the sitting room and disappeared behind the doors of the kitchen, returning with a can of soda.

"Sit wherever you want." I said sitting down in front of him.

"Right." He sat, staring around the house.

"Explain yourself." I said.

"Explain what..?"

"You." I exhaled, adjusting myself and exhaling. He nodded, setting the can down in the table in front of us.

"You must have a lot of questions." He said.

"I sure do. And you're taking...