[ that he’s well — that someone’s looking out for him. as the resident fusspot of his flat, he appreciates the trait in others. his own mates aren’t the sort to indulge his dramatics, with daisy gone and bobbi, well, bobbi. “why don’t you help the neighbours, if you’re so antsy?”
he’s a doctor of engineering and quantum physics, not a handyman. (he fixes anything broken in the chaos for his neighbours, anyway.) ]
It has to be the real stuff. I want it to taste like all nighters at uni and being home sick with my mum.
[ the nostalgia of food! he wonders if that’s foreign to markus, in some way. ]
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[ that he’s well — that someone’s looking out for him. as the resident fusspot of his flat, he appreciates the trait in others. his own mates aren’t the sort to indulge his dramatics, with daisy gone and bobbi, well, bobbi. “why don’t you help the neighbours, if you’re so antsy?”
he’s a doctor of engineering and quantum physics, not a handyman. (he fixes anything broken in the chaos for his neighbours, anyway.) ]
It has to be the real stuff. I want it to taste like all nighters at uni and being home sick with my mum.
[ the nostalgia of food! he wonders if that’s foreign to markus, in some way. ]