Markus was half awake when he noticed Agnes getting up, just curling up tighter in return. He had slept close to her back, because that was warm, and as close as he felt comfortable with. He dozed while she was gone, though was further wakened when she spoke to him.
“Mhhm?”, he hummed, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He didn’t want to move, get out of the warmth of the bed.
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