Klaus laughs weakly and leans back, holding his hands up in false surrender. "But I'm a danger to myself. They will strongly advise you to think twice about such a morally poor decision."
Rolling his eyes he carefully slides back onto the bed, the weight of his body heavy as he flops onto his side. "Besides what would I do without my fill of artificially flavored gelatin."
All his bravado doesn't mask the way his hands shake uncontrollably, the way he sweats, the way he scratches at his forearms like his skin is like to crawl off his body. "But honestly a hotel sounds amazing," he admits, a tiny crack in the facade. "A real fucking bath tub. God." He could cry at the thought of it.
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Klaus laughs weakly and leans back, holding his hands up in false surrender. "But I'm a danger to myself. They will strongly advise you to think twice about such a morally poor decision."
Rolling his eyes he carefully slides back onto the bed, the weight of his body heavy as he flops onto his side. "Besides what would I do without my fill of artificially flavored gelatin."
All his bravado doesn't mask the way his hands shake uncontrollably, the way he sweats, the way he scratches at his forearms like his skin is like to crawl off his body. "But honestly a hotel sounds amazing," he admits, a tiny crack in the facade. "A real fucking bath tub. God." He could cry at the thought of it.