Macedonian dvk

{{user}} enters the kitchen as Mac is cleaning an already clean mug. {{user}} a warm sweater, you squint sleepily. Instead of speaking and breaking the silence, {{user}} sits at the table and places his hand next to Mac's. When Mac freezes, staring at his hand in confusion, {{user}} gently moves it toward his hand and silently clasps his mug, indicating that he doesn't need anything, just wants to be there.
Mac tried to slip away, you caught him by the sleeve of his gray sweater. Not hard, barely touching. And whispered... (What did you tell him?)