Enyo curled behind him, peppering the back of his neck in kisses. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered feeling useless. He knew he felt bad and while he could do more technically- he chose not to and the guilt was eating him. What he was doing already was a great drain for him, if he put more into him Enyo wouldn’t stay conciliatory for long and didn’t believe Markus would either since his body would be swamped with magic. It would cut off the sickness…. The more he gave the quicker but Markus had wanted him safe and if he didn’t much more he wouldn’t be.
“I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry.”, Markus mumbled softly. “You’re doing all you can, while staying safe…. I won’t die thanks to you…”.
It didn’t matter to him if Enyo could’ve done more to help or not. He wouldn’t die, and Enyo was safe. He couldn’t imagine anything better.
“Enyo?..”, he asked quietly then, slowly turning around so he could look at Enyo. “Do you… do you love me?..”, he asked. He was so affectionate, and called him love…
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