Stephen now only visited Marc for the meals. He’d change the belts that bound him. He didn’t say much.
The cooking improved also to normal food. When he would leave he could hear him go upstairs.
Marc could he when he came and went. When he got up in the morning. And when he used the bathroom at night. The floorboards told him everything.
It felt like he was cooking for Marc meals you would have with a family. Meat loaf, chicken even a turkey. Things that you buy whole. They take time to prepare.
He knew the cost too. It wasn’t what Stephen normally bought. Just lunch meat and a coffee.
He wanted to lay down. His back was hurting killing him actually. Stephen even brought him ibuprofen for it.
He seemed strange though. Angry or sad it was hard to tell. Like a child when no one compliments their painting.
The cooking improved also to normal food. When he would leave he could hear him go upstairs.
Marc could he when he came and went. When he got up in the morning. And when he used the bathroom at night. The floorboards told him everything.
It felt like he was cooking for Marc meals you would have with a family. Meat loaf, chicken even a turkey. Things that you buy whole. They take time to prepare.
He knew the cost too. It wasn’t what Stephen normally bought. Just lunch meat and a coffee.
He wanted to lay down. His back was hurting killing him actually. Stephen even brought him ibuprofen for it.
He seemed strange though. Angry or sad it was hard to tell. Like a child when no one compliments their painting.