Markus just hummed softly in reply. He was too comfortable to even talk, he was very happy to be here with Oliver. He couldn’t describe how nice he felt, and how relaxed.
“I never want to leave..”, he muttered. He knew he would have to eventually, and Oliver would have to get up eventually as well, but for now he was just very happy.
“Leave this place, leave the bed, or leave me…?”, he asked softly, adding the last option as an afterthought. It was unlikely to him that Markus would be so attached to him – in this case, literally – after only a few days at most of knowing each other. But there they were, holding onto each other as if they’d known each other for so much longer.
“Mhh… your arms. You.”, Markus replied after a moment of thought. He didn’t look forward to going back to the castle, and back to his old life. He was incredibly glad that he was going to travel with Oliver for a while before he had to go home.
He knew he shouldn’t just trust Oliver this much so fast, but he didn’t much care. He liked Oliver, and he trusted him.
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