@mcrdon
it’s not the first time they’ve worked with people that typically don’t want to help them. and mark mardon has every reason not to. from the plane crash, to clyde mardon. it’s why hartley’s trying to make him comfortable, at the very least. extend the olive branch. it doesn’t help the fact that hartley’s got a past of dating someone on the opposite side of the chess board. it registers that mark is dangerous, but the other’s ability to manipulate weather on a molecular level is fascinating, among other things. there is a part of hartley that knows he finds himself holding somewhat of a crush. it’s happened before, and usually didn’t end well. mark’s standing awkwardly in the star labs, keeping his hands to himself, but hartley can see where his eyes are roaming over the various technology on the walls. hartley’s hands are full. a cup of coffee, and a small bag of take out food. hartley had no idea what to get him, but he’s been dealing with them for hours, he doubts that he isn’t hungry. there’s a glance up to him as hartley moves to stick it on the table next to mark. ‘ i – brought you something to eat. i didn’t know what you like so i just kinda – took a guess ? i figured the least we could do was get you some food. ’
