[ What an odd thing for the first thought to cross his mind once Markus pulls away to be thank God. Thank God Markus doesn't drive his hand into his chest in the name of his own survival. Thank God there is a mote of hope and familiarity in this desolate wasteland. ]
I could ask you the same.
[ A try at his usual dry humor, though it is brittle in the face of the grim reality of their situation. ]
Can you...
[ It almost feels like too much to ask, but surely the presence of a friendly face must be fate. ]
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I could ask you the same.
[ A try at his usual dry humor, though it is brittle in the face of the grim reality of their situation. ]
Can you...
[ It almost feels like too much to ask, but surely the presence of a friendly face must be fate. ]
Can you help me?