Markus was really glad Oliver loosened the rope, even if he didn’t take it off. He had no reason to do either after all.
“Markus.”, he replied, voice a little better than before. He was still breathing heavily, lips parted. He could barely see in the darkness -even though it wasn’t that dark. He just couldn’t see very well in general.
“It’s a… please.. Oliver..”, he mumbled. He was so tired, but he couldn’t get any rest. Either his fever kept him up, or something else.
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