"Ah," is all that comes out once more of Klaus's weight slumps against him. God, he's... he's so small. Was he really this little at one point? Is he still this slight to some people? His head dips, attention flickering down to where the boy is leaning, dark-ringed eyes widening when he fumbles with the chain around his neck until he can get a hold of the tags.

Can he really open the can of worms that's Dave as well while they're at it? Chewing his cheek for a long moment, Klaus weighs his options: the teen's already exhausted – and who can blame him? – after everything that's already happened. If he opens up about a man his doppelganger knows nothing about, dumps all those mixed emotions on top of the overdose, the (technical) car crash, their father's return, and Ben's death? Something's going to splinter completely and crack even more of his psyche.

So, no, it's not an option. "Then just close your eyes and try to get some sleep. I'm not going anywhere else, promise." Aside from maybe getting up to grab his coffee cups and stuff, but he's going to need the caffeine to stay awake and watch over his tiny self. Thank the stars, there's a working lamp and television in the room he can turn on after he's certain the other male won't rouse, which Klaus can use to distract himself until he's awake again.