Mark sat stoically while Ace pointed out all the spots on his neck. "Of course I have spots. You put them there. And no, I will most definitely not wear that scarf. That is... I will deal with the consequences of your actions." Mark's eyes shot wide as he felt Ace rub against him. Quickly he cleared his throat and recovered his expression but it was too late. Ace had seen. "Bath. Sure." Was all he dared to say. To change the situation he held out his hand expectantly, waiting for Ace to surrender his wrists. HE frowned when Ace seemed upset and jerked away. Mark heard the snap and felt his chest tighten. Ace's expressions when he was really worried... Of course his sympathy didn't last long when Ace mentioned Netflix. He was going to come home with damn near every show in his instant queu.<br/>"Fine, you can have Netflix. Watch it on the iPad." Mark ignored the further wiggling and lifted Ace up easily. He weighed next to nothing. Of course the moment he set him down the in the kitchen Ace went straight for the spinning chair. Mark ignored him at first, starting the mac and cheese on the stove, already measuring out the extra cheese. When he heard Ace spinning he turned and put both hands on his patient's shoulders. "Stop. Be careful while I'm out... And we'll have bubbles in the bath too... And I'll color them." He sighed and waited for the water to boil then turned, running a hand through his curly sandy brown hair. "I'm going to make more popcorn but you have to eat it out of the bag this time." He strained the noodles and poured them in a bowl pouring in an absurd amount of cheese. "I'm going to eat at work. There are sandwiches there."