Markus kept his gaze on Oliver for a while, before closing his eyes. He was getting tired again, and he felt incredibly hot again. He didn’t feel well, he almost had forgotten it while they had talked.
He didn’t notice Oliver staring, and even if he had, he didn’t mind. He was used to getting stared at by various people for various reasons. He was just glad Oliver was here with him, that he had company as nice as he was.
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