“You are going to eat. Even if it’s just a little.” He insisted his voice showing no room for argument. He grabbed one of the bowls and instead of making him drink it grabbed a spoon planning on feeding the King.
“Okay…”, Markus mumbled quietly and nodded. He was just glad he got to lean against Enyo’s chest, feeling comfortable and safe with him. Even though he felt sick, like he could throw up.
He made no move to grab the bowl or spoon, very much content letting Enyo feed him.
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