“You don’t need to be sorry.”, Markus hummed, changing his position a little. Resting his chin on his knees, opening his eyes to look out at the lake. His eyes looked pretty much normal, their colour almost golden in the light.
“How would you have known? You just met me, and I as sitting with my eyes closed.”. And his cane laid on the other side of him, pushed in to not be in anyone’s way.
