[he bites his tongue to silence himself further, giving quentin the time he needs to regain his composure before a relieved sort of sigh passes his lips after the shorter boy ultimately lowers his hands. shit, he's legit crying right now—

hopefully, klaus doesn't make it even more awkward by promptly dipping into q's space and reaching to cup his cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing through a remaining tear-trail.]

S'not a good thing for anybody to be left alone with their thoughts for too long, sweetness. [a moments hesitation so he can brush quentin's hair out of his face.] How are you feeling right now?