“No, thank you.”, Markus mumbled. He was getting tired already, being sick was exhausting. He was sure he could easily sleep through most of the days until he felt better.
He yawned, hugging the blanket close to himself as he fell asleep again.
Oliver left their temporary accommodation – he couldn’t bring himself to call it a home. They were situated close to the market, which only seemed to close overnight. He approached various stalls and bought a few things. Food, fresh water, additional clothes for Markus and himself, blankets, herbs. Basic traveling items.
He returned quietly, placing down his full bag and sitting down. If Markus was asleep, there was no point in waking him up.
Markus was still sleeping, comfortable here in the bed. He did wake up sometimes, but easily continued sleeping. He didn’t notice when Oliver came back, though he wasn’t bothered by him not being here.
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