[ Oh, it's open? Drake tests the door and yup, it is -- he slips inside and lets it close behind him, crossing carefully to Klaus' bed, device held up for the faint glow it provides. It keeps him from walking straight into anything, at least, but he tucks it away when he actually gets where he's going and reaches out in the dark. His hand finds Klaus' shoulder, grips it reassuringly. ]
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Hey yourself. Scoot over?