“Big. Soft.”, Markus answered quietly, not trusting himself to speak much. “I.. I like fluffy things…”. There was nothing in particular he would want, he would just be happy with clothes. Especially big clothes, comfortable and soft. Oversized clothes. And anything that covered his arms.
He didn’t much care if he was alone or not, he couldn’t see anyways.
Agnes nods. “Alright. I’ll take that into account.” While she ate dinner, she scrolled through clothing options for him. She bought him sweaters and jeans, making sure they were big and comfy.
After dinner, she sat next to Markus and opened up her arms. “Do you want a hug?”
Markus sat there silently, fiddling with his fingers. He was shivering, feeling cold. Just a towel wasn’t very warm. When she sat next to him, he nodded lightly, leaning against Agnes and holding onto her lightly. She was a lot warmer, and he could care less if anything bad happened to him. He had gotten into abusive relationships because of situations just like this, and he always went for it again. Just because he needed those little moments of nice.
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