Seona’s POV
The ride back to the apartment is quiet, Mark not seeming to want to talk, in fact it feels like he’s avoiding looking or speaking to me completely.
When we get back into the apartment, he immediately heads into his room for clean clothes, before he locks himself in the bathroom, the sound of running water the only noise coming from the small room.
Taking myself off to my own room, I shut the door behind me before dropping the dirty training gear into my small wash basket that is already half full. Looking at the growing pile, I grudgingly accept that I really need to do a wash before it gets out of hand, I’ll do one today, I just need to sort them out into types, but I really need a few minutes rest first.
I sink down onto the bed, my whole body still aching from the jump
