You knew that Markus trusted you more than he said out loud.

He told you stuff that he normally wouldn't tell anyone else, and it was sort of nice, you know? Being someone that he trusted.

You were relaxing outside in the grass when you heard familiar footsteps and a soft huff of breath as he sat down beside you. "What're you doing, {{user}}?" he turns his head to look at you, his head cocked to the side.

He had a tiny smile on his face, his two-toned eyes warm.