“Sure.”, Markus replied softly and nodded. He thanked him softly when he was helped out of the car, holding onto Daniel’s hand. He hadn’t grabbed his cane when they left, so he was fully dependent on Daniel to help him walk around. It was something his past abusers liked to do too, though this time Markus had really just forgotten to grab it out of habit of not being allowed to.

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Markus smiled lightly. “I can bake pretty well.”, he said quietly. He didn’t think he’d be able to bake things that required he’d cut anything for a while though. Not that Daniel needed to know that though.

“Well I bake too since it’s my job” he chuckled and hummed happily.

“I-… I know.”, Markus small smile faltered for a moment, and he hoped Daniel didn’t notice, concentrating on the road. He had forgotten for a moment it was Daniel’s job. Maybe he wouldn’t bake at all.

“I’m not really good at anything else, I guess..”, he said then. There wasn’t much he managed to do, often feeling unmotivated. “I like children though…”.

Markus smiled lightly. “I can bake pretty well.”, he said quietly. He didn’t think he’d be able to bake things that required he’d cut anything for a while though. Not that Daniel needed to know that though.

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Markus was rather quiet most of the time, unless Daniel talked to him. He was used to staying quiet, and no one being interested in what he had to say. So he never bothered to try and start a conversation. 

“Darling you can talk to me you know? Tell me something about yourself. Or your hobbies” he told him as he drived.

“Ah- uhm. Sorry.”, Markus was caught offguard, feeling just a tad bit. He just… was used to it. He didn’t think he’d be able to change that. Talk without being prompted to.

“I.. I like to read. And listen to podcasts.”, he mumbled. “I like sweets a lot…. and my brother of course… I like knitting too. And.. I used to draw a little when I could still see.”.

Markus was rather quiet most of the time, unless Daniel talked to him. He was used to staying quiet, and no one being interested in what he had to say. So he never bothered to try and start a conversation. 

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“Ah.”, Markus nodded lightly. “Will… you stay here? With me, please?…”, he asked then, almost shy. He didn’t want to be alone, and he would be glad to know Daniel was here.

Daniel smiled softly at that and blushed even a bit. “I would love to dear. I only need to drive home to grab some clothes and stuff. Do you wanna come with me after dinner?” He asked.

“Yes please..”, Markus replied and nodded lightly. He didn’t want to be alone, not after what had happened today. A lot of bad things had happened today, besides almost getting killed.

“Ah.”, Markus nodded lightly. “Will… you stay here? With me, please?…”, he asked then, almost shy. He didn’t want to be alone, and he would be glad to know Daniel was here.

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“Thank you.”, Markus said softly and smiled lightly, grabbing his cutlery and using his fork to feel around the plate where his food was. He began eating then, humming softly at the taste.

“You like it?” He asked and then went to taste a piece himself. He hummed as well and smiled, “I have to say, I did good tonight”

“It’s really great.”, Markus replied with a soft smile. He thought it was great, and he was very grateful that Daniel had made dinner for them.
“Do you have to work tomorrow?..”, he asked then. He didn’t know how many vacation days Daniel had, and when he had them. It had been a few months since his last vacation, but surely he would be working again..

“Thank you.”, Markus said softly and smiled lightly, grabbing his cutlery and using his fork to feel around the plate where his food was. He began eating then, humming softly at the taste.

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“Mhhm.”, Markus hummed and nodded, smiling a little at the kiss. He hoped Daniel would kiss him a lot. He liked kisses, especially so nice and kind ones, loving ones.

He went over to the table and sat down, not knowing what else to do.

“Food will be right up! I just need to know where your plates and cutlery are!” He chucjled.

“Plates are in the cupboard over there, and cutlery is in the drawer below that cupboard.”, Markus replied, pointing to the cupboard he knew the plates where in. Having lived here for years, he knew his home pretty much inside and out.