Markus slept okay for an hour or so, which was pretty good for him. He did wake up from time to time, but never long enough that he was really aware of it. It did make getting rest harder though.
His sleep turned more troublesome, and he curled up more tightly, breaths wheezing slightly as he didn’t get enough air into himself.
“It’d- it’d be n-nice..”, Markus replied quietly. He would feel better if Oliver was closer to him, though he couldn’t get himself to request anything more. He’d love to be held, to be safe in Oliver’s arms. But he couldn’t ask that.
“Had a- a really bad… bad nightmare..”, he mumbled. He didn’t like this, knowing Oliver hadn’t been able to sleep either, but he couldn’t help it.
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