Markus relaxed after a while in Oliver’s hold, his grip on him loosening slightly. He felt a lot better finally, though he couldn’t stop thinking about his nightmare.
“Can I tell you about my nightmare?”, he asked quietly after a while. “I.. you don’t have to say yes… I just.. “, he trailed off. He didn’t want to appear self-absorbed or anything like that, or be annoying just talking about himself again. He was used to keeping this all to himself anyways.
“Ah… forget it.”, he muttered, burying his face in Oliver’s chest. He’d just try to sleep again.
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