Klaus knows that they had almost come back sooner, and a part of him wishes they had. Allison wouldn't be the way she is, after all, but the world might have ended. It's a 50/50 deal, isn't it? Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
He smiles at the top-off of coffee, reaching one hand to brush fingers against Patrick's arm as the man moves around the kitchen.
"Oh I only need your eternal love and affection to soothe my aching, broken heart, Patrick, don't you know that?" He chuckles to himself and drinks from his mug again, humming contentedly at the warmth it provides. "I'll get her to a doctor, go back to work myself. The yogis of high Hollywood are a'calling after all. I think keeping busy will help. The sleeping, the urges, everything." His free hand absently rises to he dog tags, thumbing them, feeling the stamped ridges that press little David Katz indents into his skin.
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He smiles at the top-off of coffee, reaching one hand to brush fingers against Patrick's arm as the man moves around the kitchen.
"Oh I only need your eternal love and affection to soothe my aching, broken heart, Patrick, don't you know that?" He chuckles to himself and drinks from his mug again, humming contentedly at the warmth it provides. "I'll get her to a doctor, go back to work myself. The yogis of high Hollywood are a'calling after all. I think keeping busy will help. The sleeping, the urges, everything." His free hand absently rises to he dog tags, thumbing them, feeling the stamped ridges that press little David Katz indents into his skin.
"God, I should try and sleep."