Markus squeaked when he was picked up, shifting when he was set down again. He nodded lightly, not really caring if Ray fed him or just helped him verbally. If he wanted to feed him, then he would let him feed him.
Ray nooded happily and smiled.He was patient with Markus waiting for him to chew before he fed him again with the fork. He wanted to make sure the other felt good. “Does it taste good dear ?”he asked softly
Markus was a slow eater, but he ate, glad for the good food. It was tasty, and it was warm, and he couldn’t ask for anything better.
“It’s great.”, Markus replied softly. He felt a lot better, warm in Ray’s lap, getting fed such good food.
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