[being unreliable, not giving a shit and stealing meds might have been how he'd have gone through this before, possibly dragging quentin down with him, except that it's quentin who'd made him want to change. at first, he might've thought the guy was nuts, but after the first trick, his continued use of magic and the belief he had.
how could he not have helped him? it'd benefitted them both in the end, although now it feels like he's failed his end of the bargain.
and yet, quentin's thanking him anyway.
maybe it's the drugs? maybe his emotions have gotten the better of him like they do sometimes? regardless of the reasoning, klaus clasps the hand on his knee, abruptly leans in, too fast and all at once, then he remembers: quentin's got a girlfriend. fuck, he thinks, but his movements are effortless-- a smooth adjustment he somehow manages through his intoxication, and their foreheads meet in an affectionate bump.]
S-Sorry, [he stammers, lifting his other hand to rub the back of his neck.] I just thought I— I might not get to see you again? [a pause. god, he feels extra stupid now.] ...you're welcome.
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how could he not have helped him? it'd benefitted them both in the end, although now it feels like he's failed his end of the bargain.
and yet, quentin's thanking him anyway.
maybe it's the drugs? maybe his emotions have gotten the better of him like they do sometimes? regardless of the reasoning, klaus clasps the hand on his knee, abruptly leans in, too fast and all at once, then he remembers: quentin's got a girlfriend. fuck, he thinks, but his movements are effortless-- a smooth adjustment he somehow manages through his intoxication, and their foreheads meet in an affectionate bump.]
S-Sorry, [he stammers, lifting his other hand to rub the back of his neck.] I just thought I— I might not get to see you again? [a pause. god, he feels extra stupid now.] ...you're welcome.