“If you get her to headbang to Bach and Vivaldi, I will personally make you that medal,” he assures him with a small laugh.
He nods slightly, thankful, when Klaus says he’ll give it a shot. It feels unfair to put that on him when he’s dealing with his own trauma, but he feels like he’s running out of options.
“How bad was it?”
The question is quiet, and while he had told himself when she had shown up looking pale and stitched up that the details ultimately didn’t matter because at least they were back, he still can’t help it as it slips past his lips.
He drinks the rest of his coffee and sighs as he sets the cup down. “I’ve tried, but she didn’t seem very convinced. I barely even managed to get her to take some painkillers tonight. So, hey, if you can coax her into it, that’d be great.”
no subject
He nods slightly, thankful, when Klaus says he’ll give it a shot. It feels unfair to put that on him when he’s dealing with his own trauma, but he feels like he’s running out of options.
“How bad was it?”
The question is quiet, and while he had told himself when she had shown up looking pale and stitched up that the details ultimately didn’t matter because at least they were back, he still can’t help it as it slips past his lips.
He drinks the rest of his coffee and sighs as he sets the cup down. “I’ve tried, but she didn’t seem very convinced. I barely even managed to get her to take some painkillers tonight. So, hey, if you can coax her into it, that’d be great.”