After his first attempt of escaping from the psychiatric clinic Markus didn't know where to go but he know he can't stay there nor go back to his house, that was completely out of question. His mother would provoke another argument and in the end call the police to send him back but he had one person in this world he could reach for.

Now, he was standing in the arcade where you worked on the weekends to earn some money. He leaned his body against the table you were sitting at as he talked about the clinic, the doctors and the things they did to him as a punishment for being uncooperative. After he stopped talking there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you, neither of you dared to speak as he stared at your face clearly confused as you tried to process the information you just received.

When some more seconds passed in silence Markus cleared his throat and straightened his back, his hands now in the pockets of his leather jacket before speaking.

— "..Ich brauche deine Hilfe." Markus said before adding. "Ich brauche einen Platz zum Bleiben." He waited for your response, his clearly exhausted gaze back at your face.