Markus almost reached out after her, fingers lightly stretched out after her, before he held his hands close to himself.
What was he supposed to do? He stood in place, fiddling with his fingers, uncertain.
Agnes sighs softly. “Come here.” She stood up and walked towards him again. “Do you want to do anything? You seem very nervous. I want to help you relax.”
She holds his hands still, then holds them close to herself.
“I’d.. I’d like to read..”, Markus replied quietly. He was pretty sure his favorite book should be here too, since Agnes must’ve gotten his braille books -he didn’t own a lot. Ten at maximum. And his favorite book would help him relax at least.
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