Klaus sighs and for the first time in all of this, he finally seems to settle down, body relaxing and going slack against her. He’s exhausted, and sleep sounds delightful, but he knows too well that he won’t be able to rest. That his family won’t allow him the time to rest, either, since the world is ending and what not.

“I’m fine. I am an expert at breaking valuable things. No personal injury necessary.”

He slowly sits up, pulling himself away from her shoulder. He runs his hands back through his hair, frowning when he realizes he’s definitely spilled some of the alcohol on his hands. He laughs at the thought, letting his head fall back against the cabinet.

“But now I smell like a drunk, so at least the family will have something to entertain them for a while. Who would we be without one of us playing the family fuck up, after all.”