He doesn't. He feels out of sorts and out of place, because home is Klaus and he's not sure which Klaus is the fit for 'home'. This house is not home and even less so filled with noise and people.
Big things were probably the same. Five had said something about that once. "Well, we both come from a place where I'm dead. Do you remember me punching you in the face? Or... you got cilantro on your burrito and you didn't ask for it?"
He comes over to crouch near Klaus' head, hands tucked in his pockets.
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He doesn't. He feels out of sorts and out of place, because home is Klaus and he's not sure which Klaus is the fit for 'home'. This house is not home and even less so filled with noise and people.
Big things were probably the same. Five had said something about that once. "Well, we both come from a place where I'm dead. Do you remember me punching you in the face? Or... you got cilantro on your burrito and you didn't ask for it?"
He comes over to crouch near Klaus' head, hands tucked in his pockets.