"I know, I know," he says over and over, still attempting to quell his ever-rising anxiety. "We're a-almost there, okay? Just— just a little bit longer." Klaus turns back to the road, pushes harder on the gas pedal, as if he can physically encourage the car to go faster, Goddamnit.
The sound of the other's voice captures his attention a second time and while he knows he shouldn't look, he does anyhow, eyes becoming inhumanly wide. "Shit," he curses. "Shit, shit, fuck!" It's the least of their problems though, because as he whips his head back around, there's a car suddenly in front of them and they're probably going to be fucked, even if he were to pump the brakes.
This is it, this is how we're both fucking going. He clenches the hand harder on the teen's shoulder, exhales a breath then lets his eyelids flicker shut, bracing for impact—
And it's a sensation that doesn't come, which eventually prompts him to reopen his eyes, his surprise obvious by the incredulous gasp he lets out when he realizes: everything has come to an absolute stand-still. The front-end has to be inches away from the other car's bumper; he's even able to see the shock on the person's face where they've turned in their seat, that's how close they've gotten.
Later, once he's not fearing for either of their lives, he'll register that the heat dripping down his neck is not sweat, but until then, he's taking this moment and moving. "Hey," he whispers, harsh and guttural, initially trying to shake him awake before deciding 'Fuck it' and undoing both seatbelts, straining as he drags younger Klaus across the middle console. 'Difficult' doesn't begin to describe striving through using his telekinesis to hold a car while moving another person.
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The sound of the other's voice captures his attention a second time and while he knows he shouldn't look, he does anyhow, eyes becoming inhumanly wide. "Shit," he curses. "Shit, shit, fuck!" It's the least of their problems though, because as he whips his head back around, there's a car suddenly in front of them and they're probably going to be fucked, even if he were to pump the brakes.
This is it, this is how we're both fucking going. He clenches the hand harder on the teen's shoulder, exhales a breath then lets his eyelids flicker shut, bracing for impact—
And it's a sensation that doesn't come, which eventually prompts him to reopen his eyes, his surprise obvious by the incredulous gasp he lets out when he realizes: everything has come to an absolute stand-still. The front-end has to be inches away from the other car's bumper; he's even able to see the shock on the person's face where they've turned in their seat, that's how close they've gotten.
Later, once he's not fearing for either of their lives, he'll register that the heat dripping down his neck is not sweat, but until then, he's taking this moment and moving. "Hey," he whispers, harsh and guttural, initially trying to shake him awake before deciding 'Fuck it' and undoing both seatbelts, straining as he drags younger Klaus across the middle console. 'Difficult' doesn't begin to describe striving through using his telekinesis to hold a car while moving another person.