Klaus gives a little wave in Patrick's direction, "See you. Don't stay up too late, mister. If the adoring fans see us both with bags under our eyes, whatever will they think?"
He pads down the hall, pausing to peek in at Claire, who should be sound asleep. She isn't, and when he pokes his head into her room she peers up at him, giving a sleepy wave. "Ohhh, someone's in trouble. They woke the princess from her beauty sleep." And he sneaks in to kiss her forehead, listens to her mumble something sleepily incoherent, before he all but bundles her up into her blankets. (She often brags about how Klaus is the best 'tucker-inner' in the house).
Once he's sure the little one is tucked safely into her bed and asleep, he turns back to the hall and slips into Patrick and Allison's bedroom. He doesn't bother shucking off his jeans, instead just sliding into the warm, empty space beside his sister. He's been in this spot before, in days long past when nightmares kept him up and the shakes prevented anything else.
So he's careful and quiet when he sinks his weight into the bed and tucks himself away under the covers. He doesn't expect to fall asleep as quickly as he does, but exhaustion finally takes its toll. He drifts off. At some point in his sleep he shifts, tossing and turning with the occasional fright, and ends up all but snuggled to her side, seeking out warmth as he rests.
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He pads down the hall, pausing to peek in at Claire, who should be sound asleep. She isn't, and when he pokes his head into her room she peers up at him, giving a sleepy wave. "Ohhh, someone's in trouble. They woke the princess from her beauty sleep." And he sneaks in to kiss her forehead, listens to her mumble something sleepily incoherent, before he all but bundles her up into her blankets. (She often brags about how Klaus is the best 'tucker-inner' in the house).
Once he's sure the little one is tucked safely into her bed and asleep, he turns back to the hall and slips into Patrick and Allison's bedroom. He doesn't bother shucking off his jeans, instead just sliding into the warm, empty space beside his sister. He's been in this spot before, in days long past when nightmares kept him up and the shakes prevented anything else.
So he's careful and quiet when he sinks his weight into the bed and tucks himself away under the covers. He doesn't expect to fall asleep as quickly as he does, but exhaustion finally takes its toll. He drifts off. At some point in his sleep he shifts, tossing and turning with the occasional fright, and ends up all but snuggled to her side, seeking out warmth as he rests.