Markus took fifteen minutes before he felt okay enough again. Washing his face, before making his way back to the kitchen. He had no idea how fast Daniel was with cooking, so he just stood in the doorway, fiddling with his fingers.

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Markus blinked harshly, feeling his eyes burn with the threat of tears. He had made Daniel feel bad. Why couldn’t he just be glad he could do anything at all? Why did he always have to make others feel bad?

He didn’t even know where Daniel had put the chicken. And if he had them already in a pan, he would probably burn himself.
“I.. gotta go to the bathroom..”, he mumbled, leaving the kitchen quietly. 

Daniel wanted to say something but as he turned around, Markus was already gone. He sighed and rubbed his face. Why couldn’t he not just make Markus happy? Why did he have to hurt him again?!

Markus walked to the bathroom, locking the door behind him and sliding to the ground. Curling up, he buried his face in his arms and sobbed. He wanted to hurt himself, but he also knew Daniel would know immediately, so he couldn’t. He’d just cry until he felt a little better.

Markus blinked harshly, feeling his eyes burn with the threat of tears. He had made Daniel feel bad. Why couldn’t he just be glad he could do anything at all? Why did he always have to make others feel bad?

He didn’t even know where Daniel had put the chicken. And if he had them already in a pan, he would probably burn himself.
“I.. gotta go to the bathroom..”, he mumbled, leaving the kitchen quietly. 

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Markus sniffed, rubbing his eyes. Daniel was just worried about him hurting himself, and now he made him feel bad over something so stupid.

“It’s okay… I shouldn’t overreact like that..”, he mumbled. He knew it wasn’t his fault for reacting like that, and it wasn’t even really overreacting, but he was sued to being told he did.

“It’s okay.. let’s just forget about it Alright? Do you want to cut the potatoes then? I can also do the chicken greats.” He told him.

“I don’t mind..”, Markus mumbled. He’d be done with the chicken breasts before Daniel was done with the potatoes anyways, so maybe he could at least help him. Maybe he could peel them.

Markus sniffed, rubbing his eyes. Daniel was just worried about him hurting himself, and now he made him feel bad over something so stupid.

“It’s okay… I shouldn’t overreact like that..”, he mumbled. He knew it wasn’t his fault for reacting like that, and it wasn’t even really overreacting, but he was sued to being told he did.

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“No, you didn’t do anything wrong.”, Markus mumbled, setting the package of cheese onto the counter and instead reaching up into the cupboards, carefully feeling around the little containers to read the braille on them, pulling down some herbs he thought would be good.

“Markus that’s another rule. Please don’t lie to me. If I fucked up, then tell me” he said and gently touched his arm.

Markus flinched, pulling his hands close to himself, holding onto his shirt.
“I’m sorry.”, he near whimpered. He didn’t like rules, he always forgot about them and got hurt because of it.

“I… I just felt a little.. treated like a child, because.. I can do pretty much everything blind, and I- I’ve lived alone so much, and… and just… I know you’re just worried about me, I’m sorry…”.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong.”, Markus mumbled, setting the package of cheese onto the counter and instead reaching up into the cupboards, carefully feeling around the little containers to read the braille on them, pulling down some herbs he thought would be good.

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“I’ve never made fries myself.”, Markus mumbled. “Is it just cutting them into fry shapes?”. He could certainly peel the potatoes, and cut the into somewhat rectangular shapes..

“Well I could cut them, I don’t want you to loose a finger” he chuckled and pecked his cheek. “How about you put some cheese on top of the chicken breasts?” He smiled.

Markus seemed a little disheartened, eyes on the ground for a moment.
“Of course.”, he said quietly, going to the fridge to get some cheese. He knew where it was, his favorite kind and easily melting, so he had no troubles.
He was just… a little sad he wasn’t trusted with cutting some potatoes. He knew Daniel was just worried, but he also wasn’t a child, and not blind since yesterday.

“I’ve never made fries myself.”, Markus mumbled. “Is it just cutting them into fry shapes?”. He could certainly peel the potatoes, and cut the into somewhat rectangular shapes..

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“Small, but mine.”, Markus mumbled, smiling softly. Arthur had made sure that he really did own the little house, and that no one would be able to take it from him. Mostly since he didn’t want Markus to be forced to live with an abuser just because he had no home.

“I really like it” he smiled and started to marinate the chicken. “What do you want to do? What can you do hun?” He asked.

“Uhm.. I can cook pretty okay, if you tell me what we’re making..”, Markus replied, mumbling. Shifting where he was standing. He could cook and bake pretty okay, at least he thought so.