Markus waited patiently, curiously feeling the clothes. He wasn’t the biggest fan of jeans, but he wasn’t going to complain. He got clothes, and he should be thankful for that.
“Thank you.”, he said softly, lightly shaking his head.
Agnes smiles and turns around. “Alright. Do you need help putting them on, or do you think you can do it yourself?” She was worried about him.
What if he got out again? She couldn’t have that. He could get hurt!
“I can do it..”, Markus mumbled softly. He carefully felt around the clothes, before standing up and carefully getting dressed. He was glad to have a big warm sweater, since he got cold very easily. He was underweight after all.
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