Markus didn’t have any troubles walking down stairs. He had been blind for years, and even if Agnes didn’t know, he wasn’t exactly homeless. He had no clue if she thought he was, though she certainly treated him like it.
Well, technically, he supposed he was half homeless. He had shared his home with his boyfriend before, who took over paying for it. And since Markus was more than happy to be away from that alpha, he guessed he didn’t have a home anymore. Though he really wanted his things.
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