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ᴋʟᴀᴜs | ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀ ([personal profile] imprudency) wrote in [community profile] trashbinned 2020-09-02 02:01 am (UTC)

"I'm not sleeping."

Settling down in bed would only mean he'd have an overactive mind, and right now, in a place that calls to every demon he's ever harbored, he can't afford that. It would be so easy to dip out to the corner of Chestnut and 15th, meet the toothless man he knows will still be there, and demolish his memory with the crunch of a pill.

He leans his arms heavily over the can, head hanging between his shoulders as he sucks in deep breaths, holding them for a few seconds before letting them out. What he would give to have Dave here, smiling and touching his face, petting his hair and telling him it was all some wild dream. A bad dream.

Klaus sits back, legs tucked under him. He's slimmer now than he was when Allison last saw him, but his body seems more lean, muscled from hauling gear and bodies for the better part of a year. "I'm going to get a drink," he says finally, resolutely. "Just one. But I fucking need a drink right now."

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