[amidst the split second before his diversion, they're only inches apart, breath mingling between them, warm and intimate-- then he has to go and second-guess himself when it seems like quentin might be okay with being kissed, which makes him feel even more foolish to assume.
why would he want it while being with someone already? someone who's surely less of a dumpster fire than klaus, too.
both of these fools are hot messes in their own ways; it could have something to do with the attraction he has? not because he has some savior complex and wants to fix quentin or anything silly like that, but because they've been helping each other be better.
klaus blinks down at his bandaged arm, lets out a soft gasp (not a pained one) as he's tugged closer, eyebrows arching in slight astonishment.] Yeah, the windows, they... kind of exploded? My dumb ass crawled through the glass to get to you. [he giggles, soft, still blatantly high off his ass, thumbs rubbing over the bandages on his fingers as he directs his attention to his knees.] Battle scars, baby.
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why would he want it while being with someone already? someone who's surely less of a dumpster fire than klaus, too.
both of these fools are hot messes in their own ways; it could have something to do with the attraction he has? not because he has some savior complex and wants to fix quentin or anything silly like that, but because they've been helping each other be better.
klaus blinks down at his bandaged arm, lets out a soft gasp (not a pained one) as he's tugged closer, eyebrows arching in slight astonishment.] Yeah, the windows, they... kind of exploded? My dumb ass crawled through the glass to get to you. [he giggles, soft, still blatantly high off his ass, thumbs rubbing over the bandages on his fingers as he directs his attention to his knees.] Battle scars, baby.