[he instantly looks toward their knees after quentin shimmies within reach, tipping his head with contemplation before lifting his gaze right back up at the expletive and the comment that's subsequent to it.]

What? No, you were totally teaching me right, Q. It's because— [at first, he's cut off because of how radiantly quentin's smiling, his own lips curving at the edges as well, but the moment his friend moves to embrace him, his brain momentarily blank screens.]

I, ah... hah. [then he's laughing as well, cinching his arms around quentin's middle and tugging him in until their legs are even closer, his face dropping into the curve of the other male's neck.

he can't help himself-- q's so thrilled about it and he's a solid, warm reassurance in his hold that makes him feel like he can do anything. his arms gently squeeze, one hand reaching to touch quentin's cheek on the opposite side of where he's leaning, the pad of his thumb ghosting across his chin.]

I'm like, ninety-nine point nine percent positive it's because I've been high. So, it wasn't you, okay? I just. Need you to know that has nothing to do with you.

[despite the medications he'd been slipping him anyway, but klaus refuses to let him feel bad about something he should've controlled, not quentin.]