Praise God (or whoever, really), he's awake when his phone rings, and thank fuck he's sober after he answers, realizes it's his younger self on the other line. "Wait, what? Why are you out there? Klaus—" but the line goes dead before he can ask anything else. His initial reaction is that the worst thing has happened-- imagine his surprise (and shame) when it turns out he's actually right for once.
Sunrise Hotel, Sunrise Hotel, Klaus repeats over and over again, making sure he won't forget while he makes his way there. This is one of those moments where he wishes he'd gotten his license already; he hadn't been able to get ahold of Diego (any of them), meaning his last-ditch choice was either stealing a car himself or— well, the alternative option: a goddamn bus. Ain't nobody got time for that, so whatever siblings get pissed off at him for stealing Reginald's car, they'll have to deal.
Somehow, he makes it there in one piece, without getting pulled over – even though he'd sped like a madman – and finally finds the teenager slumped in the elevator. "JesusfuckingChrist," comes out all at once as soon as he crouches down beside his counterpart, slides an arm beneath his shoulders and props him up. "Hey, Klaus, I'm here." His voices wavers, free hand moving to Klaus's cheek, tapping lightly, yet with a firm enough pressure to be felt.
"Can you hear me? Come on, half-pint..." Another pap against his face, followed by an abrupt shake that'll hopefully rattle him into coherency, no matter how brief a moment it may be.
☈ no matter where you go, know you're not alone and i'm only one call away
Sunrise Hotel, Sunrise Hotel, Klaus repeats over and over again, making sure he won't forget while he makes his way there. This is one of those moments where he wishes he'd gotten his license already; he hadn't been able to get ahold of Diego (any of them), meaning his last-ditch choice was either stealing a car himself or— well, the alternative option: a goddamn bus. Ain't nobody got time for that, so whatever siblings get pissed off at him for stealing Reginald's car, they'll have to deal.
Somehow, he makes it there in one piece, without getting pulled over – even though he'd sped like a madman – and finally finds the teenager slumped in the elevator. "JesusfuckingChrist," comes out all at once as soon as he crouches down beside his counterpart, slides an arm beneath his shoulders and props him up. "Hey, Klaus, I'm here." His voices wavers, free hand moving to Klaus's cheek, tapping lightly, yet with a firm enough pressure to be felt.
"Can you hear me? Come on, half-pint..." Another pap against his face, followed by an abrupt shake that'll hopefully rattle him into coherency, no matter how brief a moment it may be.