His eyes go wide at the sudden flurry of movement from the other boy on the bed, and more importantly the knife held in his hand. Klaus' eyes are wide and his hands go up in surrender. "Christ, Five, it's me!"
That question earns Five an almost sheepish look. "I couldn't sleep... sometimes it's better when I'm not alone." Five wasn't here for the years on end of Klaus barging into bedrooms and taking up space on a bed that wasn't his. He was already gone when things kept getting progressively worse with Dad and his efforts to desensitize Klaus to the dead.
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That question earns Five an almost sheepish look. "I couldn't sleep... sometimes it's better when I'm not alone." Five wasn't here for the years on end of Klaus barging into bedrooms and taking up space on a bed that wasn't his. He was already gone when things kept getting progressively worse with Dad and his efforts to desensitize Klaus to the dead.