[Klaus might be a little more jumpy but he immediately recognizes Drake's silhouette and the sound of his particular footfalls and the rhythm of his breathing. It's nice to be that familiar with someone, and he smiles just a little as the other man heads over to the bed.
Shifting his feet, he scoots over in the bed, but keeps his knees up and bites his lower lip. He's not having flashbacks, and that's something, but there are still ghosts here, though not as many as there had been at home, in Hadriel, and he knows that if any of them show up around him right now, he's gonna lose it.]
Yeah yeah yeah, sure sure. Come on in, welcome to my abode. And well, sometimes Ben's.
[A shrug of his narrow shoulders and he takes a tentative breath.]
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Shifting his feet, he scoots over in the bed, but keeps his knees up and bites his lower lip. He's not having flashbacks, and that's something, but there are still ghosts here, though not as many as there had been at home, in Hadriel, and he knows that if any of them show up around him right now, he's gonna lose it.]
Yeah yeah yeah, sure sure. Come on in, welcome to my abode. And well, sometimes Ben's.
[A shrug of his narrow shoulders and he takes a tentative breath.]
So uh, how you holding up, champ?