Okay, so, maybe he could've chosen a better time for a coffee break (such as when his younger self had woken up), but after being grilled and poked and prodded a bit himself, the caffeine felt necessary-- but especially after the dull, aching throb at his temples had begun to intensify. They questioned him too, of course, but most of the answers he gave were vague or didn't have much detail aside from: "Told me he took too much of something." And from there, it wasn't difficult to figure out. OD'ing is nothing new to him, keeping his own experiences in mind, so why wouldn't he be able to recognize the signs?
With two cups in hand and his pockets stuffed full of creamer and sugar, he's on his way back to the hospital room when he hears his name being called some feet away from the door, immediately recognizes it as the teenager. "Ah, fuck," he curses under his breath, glad there'd been lids to put over these things once he increases his pace to a powerwalk.
He breezes back into the room, nudges the door shut with his foot and tenses at the sight of Klaus curling into himself, trying to become as small as possible, even though he's already so tiny in his older self's opinion. "Hey, hey—" Both cups are unceremoniously dropped onto the nearest flat surface then he rushes toward the boy, drops a hand on his shoulder and reaches to touch his knee with the other one.
"It's okay," the taller male whispers. "I'm here, yeah? And sorry that I left you alone." He squeezes a little, brow furrowing worriedly. "Deep breaths, half-pint. You're alright."
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With two cups in hand and his pockets stuffed full of creamer and sugar, he's on his way back to the hospital room when he hears his name being called some feet away from the door, immediately recognizes it as the teenager. "Ah, fuck," he curses under his breath, glad there'd been lids to put over these things once he increases his pace to a powerwalk.
He breezes back into the room, nudges the door shut with his foot and tenses at the sight of Klaus curling into himself, trying to become as small as possible, even though he's already so tiny in his older self's opinion. "Hey, hey—" Both cups are unceremoniously dropped onto the nearest flat surface then he rushes toward the boy, drops a hand on his shoulder and reaches to touch his knee with the other one.
"It's okay," the taller male whispers. "I'm here, yeah? And sorry that I left you alone." He squeezes a little, brow furrowing worriedly. "Deep breaths, half-pint. You're alright."