"I can see that now." He can't help the faint tone of resentment in his voice. Maybe if Klaus knocked on the door instead of sneaking into his room without warning he would have gotten a different kind of welcome.

Is the sheepish look what gets him. Damn it.

He's suddenly reminded of their childhood, the few years they had together. Five lowers his arm, the tension finally leaving his body, and he fidgets on the bed. Somehow the knife is no longer there, where did it go is kind of a mystery. He lies on his side and holds up the comforter, giving Klaus a tilt of his chin that says 'Get in here before I change my mind'