"Dont, okay-- quit fucking with me!" he knocks the dominoes over with the wave of his hand that he made to emphasize the point. "There's something that everybody has been walking on eggshells about around me, I'm not stupid, I just thought maybe it was some kind of timeline bullshit that I didn't have to worry about, but--"
The more Klaus freaks out, the more this one feels panic trying to grip at him and dig its claws in. He sits, stunned in his place on the floor, as he watches the older man fold in on himself. Klaus isn't sure what to make of it, or what it means. "This isn't that. This is- r- real, isn't it?" He still isn't accepting it, isn't letting the thing he keeps not actually saying really sink in or take hold of him. Not yet. Because maybe he's still wrong. He's been wrong tons of times, it wouldn't even be a surprise if he was now, too. He'd welcome it, just this once, he wants to be wrong.
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The more Klaus freaks out, the more this one feels panic trying to grip at him and dig its claws in. He sits, stunned in his place on the floor, as he watches the older man fold in on himself. Klaus isn't sure what to make of it, or what it means. "This isn't that. This is- r- real, isn't it?" He still isn't accepting it, isn't letting the thing he keeps not actually saying really sink in or take hold of him. Not yet. Because maybe he's still wrong. He's been wrong tons of times, it wouldn't even be a surprise if he was now, too. He'd welcome it, just this once, he wants to be wrong.