Once Mark got ace dried and dressed he retireved the braces. "You need to wear them if you want to get better. Amd you need to be better to beat Skyrim, right?" Mark reasoned with him. "Being good means no video games until these are better. You can watch Netflix and finger paint." They kept the finger paints as a back up plan. "And read. We'll order Marvel, DC and manga if you want or Percy Jackson. And no, before you ask you are not allowed to order fifty shades of grey." Mark would be damned if Ace had something that would make him giggle and give him so many ideas. Despite how the awful fanfiction turned book could teach a respect for REAL literature in anyone Mark wasn't about to let it in his house. Even if Ace wouldn't take it seriously there was NO WAY.<br/>To silence any protests Mark kissed each of Ace's fingertips, still ignoring how Ace wanted to be kissed on the lips. Mark refused to give in to that particular desire too often. Each kiss would lose its significance slowly and soon they would be on the threshhold of more intimate touches. Mark, even though he wouldn't mind giving more touch, more affection, even though he admitted(only to himself) that he wanted more of Ace he coulsn't stand the thought of all the injuries to be had. It'd be too easy to get lost in the motions, the movements... Even if the breaks didn't always hurt so badly Mark didn't want to risk it. He placed ace in the bed but before he could hange and join him Ace was asleep. Watching him lay, face relaxed for now was soothing. Mark relaxed from a tension he hadn't noticed before. It confirmed his theory that he was always worried for ace. With the utmost skill he braced the ankle without Ace waking and slid in right next to him. Mark wrapped his arms around Ace tight in a protective embrace. He slowly descended into sleep, never drifting too deep in case his little patient should need him.<br/>Mark dreamed of the day Ace almost got away from him, almost attacked a woman. How he had held so tightly after and shivered in pain and panic. He dreamed about kissing the blood stains away and Ace finally relaxing limp in his arms, exhausted.<br/>In the morning he lay awake, staring in a daze at the wall. Mark turned the dream over in his head while ace slept on, oblivious. After laying for nearly a half hour, Ace rolled over in his aarms. It wasn't any trouble to lean in the few inches between them and press a kiss to the sleeping beauty's lips. Mark looked down at the pink lips, twitching as Ace woke. The dream flashed across his vision and Mark, feeling his chest tighten, leaned in and captured the lips with his own again, kissing Ace with a little more urgency, hoping that he could feel the affection there.