[most of which klaus isn't planning to unload onto someone else, let alone quentin of all people-- but the way he keeps talking as if he understands (like despite his attempts to not be, klaus is transparent when it comes to hiding emotions), it makes him feel less small.

he sighs, a weightless, tiny puff of air as he reaches out and places a hand on quentin's knee.] Guess we're both just fucked then, huh? [it makes him laugh for some reason, warm and contented, his fingers squeezing slightly.]

Don't feel obligated to say the same, but... I really like you, Q. [another huff, the hand moving to withdraw.] I'll miss you when you go.