Markus shook his head lightly. He didn’t feel like eating. He felt tired, and exhausted, and terrible. He shifted his arms, so they were pressing down on Daniel differently, causing his wounds to hurt. That was what he wanted though.
“‘m sorry..”, he whispered. He felt terrible.
Daniel sighed and gently shifted so he wouldn’t hurt anymore. He looked at the other and bit his lip. He didn’t know what to do anymore. He wanted to help, but Markus didn’t let him.
Markus whined softly when Daniel moved, opting to pull his arms away from him entirely. He curled up against Daniel’s chest, hoping and not hoping he’d stay with him. He knew he was terrible to deal with, and he was sure Daniel wouldn’t want to deal with him.