Markus’ grip was loose enough that Oliver had no problem getting up, his hands searching just for a moment for the lost source of warmth and comfort, before he was given the pillow. He held onto it, cuddling into it, glad for the lingering warmth from Oliver.
He did wake up a while later, before Oliver had the chance to wake him. He tiredly rubbed his eyes, before blinking them open. He could tell it was day now, and that Oliver wasn’t next to him anymore.
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