After Ben had gotten him cleaned up and bandaged and sorted out, Klaus hadn't had the energy to keep exploring. They'd agreed to keep their phones on and ready, with the volume up, before Klaus had been comfortable letting Ben go out to check and see if he could find anyone else, before Ben had been comfortable leaving Klaus to sleep here. Once Ben had gone, Klaus changed into some of the clean clothes from the bag he'd had at decontamination - his pink knee-length sweatpants he'd gotten at the shops in Hadriel, a long-sleeved grey and black striped shirt from home - and climbed into the nearest bed after shaking the dust off it, stealing a pillow from the next bed over. Curling up on his left side, knees up, in a semi-fetal position, he props his head on two pillows to keep his shoulders straight, puts the phone on the bed beside him, and passes out immediately.

When someone enters the room, Klaus slides slowly out of deeper sleep into something lighter, wary as ever and sensitive to his surroundings. Crashing on people's couches and not knowing who might come in and out has made him a light sleeper, even when he's this exhausted, and so when there's more movement, he hears someone moving and breathing in the same space as him, he starts to wake up. It's a long process, because the person is quiet, unobtrusive, not moving or doing anything, and Klaus is truly exhausted, but after a few minutes he shifts, groans softly in his throat, and his lashes flutter a bit.

Rolling onto his back, he grunts and his brows furrow with pain for just a second before his forehead smooths again, and he opens his eyes. At first, he thinks it's a dream or a hallucination or something, but he's pretty sure that, sitting at the end of his bed...

"Diego?"