[so long as klaus lives and breathes, there's no fucking way he's letting quentin stay here by himself. who knows when they'd let him out (if they would)? all the magic talk might land him in more hot water, particularly after what'd happened an hour or two ago.

no, he can't leave his friend in the hands of these people who don't (and refuse to) understand. quentin slumps onto the floor and klaus shifts, watches him go down, eyebrows raising with consideration.] You comfy down there? [inquires the older male, bending so he's leaning over quentin, arms around his shoulders, looking at him from upside-down.]

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. [pause] I mean if you'd want to come with me anyway? We have plenty of room.

[okay, well, to be fair: he's not totally wrong, but.] Close to it, I think. Maybe you're a few days behind me, but I'll wait if I have to.