Young!Klaus Shenanigans

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He knows Luther is trying, he does. But it isn't helping, not really. That kind of practicality might be a comfort to Luther, but it's cold logic that leaves Klaus just as terrified as he already was to start. Nothing really ever helps on nights like this. Except the closeness, and the touch. Warm, and solid against him in a way that lets him know they're real. That he's real. And here. Alive. Not becoming one of the specters that chases him.

He doesn't mean to cry. He knows he shouldn't. Isn't supposed to. "Crying is weakness, Number Four. Weakness is unacceptable." But everything is so terrifying after nights like this, and Luther's attempts at giving him something solid and real to hold onto, as a comfort, are falling so flat, and he can't help it. One sob breaks through the cracks and it opens the whole dam. He lets out a soft whine and curls tighter against his brother, pressing his face against his chest.

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Tears are so unfamiliar that it sends another jolt of trepidation through Luther, caught off-guard and out of his element and unsure what to do with his hands -- what do you do with this? Should he pat Klaus' back, awkwardly? Stroke his hair? (Mom would probably have some programming for this.) Do you just give them some space, step away and let them deal with it by themselves? (Luther always wants space when it's him crumbling. Needs to be left alone, to wrestle with it in his own time and with no watching eyes.)

But Klaus is, above all things, needy, and the way he cottons even closer is probably a sign that he wants the company. Hands seizing on Luther's shirt to be as close as possible, an intimacy that he's not used to.

But he does pat Klaus' shoulder, and then just rests his hand there, a comforting weight against his back as he cries. Just lets it out.

And he's at loose ends and still not sure what to do -- (the secret, Number One, is that there is no solution to this, no easy fix); until the thought eventually comes to him. "I can sleep on the floor tonight," he offers. "If you need some company that isn't, uh. That banshee in the closet."

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The hand on his back is comforting, and he sinks into the touch easily, only moving otherwise to look up at his brother when he makes that suggestion, "Really?" He sounds so hopeful at the idea of it. Klaus is no stranger to crawling into beds of other siblings, but it's Ben and Diego he does that to the most, and it's always so much more surprising if one of them makes the offer themselves. It's different when they offer, instead of just concede to him crashing in their room. "Yes!" He says it so fast, it's like the word is being ripped out of his throat, like if he doesn't say it's okay, that he wants him to stay, that he'll just leave and Klaus will be alone and-- "Please?"