It's almost disappointing when the car stops, and Klaus doesn't sit up right away. He could relish in the warmth, the closeness, the lulling buzz of the car and the traffic outside. But Allison helps him up all the same and he sighs, feeling the energy leaving his body now that he's given himself a moment to relax again.
He takes the coat, however, and tugs it on, thankful for the warmth it provides. When he leans to look up at the hotel, he blinks. It's nice, nicer than anything he's stayed in before, and he feels a little like a fraud, climbing out of this car with the beloved and famous Allison Hargreeves. But he hugs the coat around himself and climbs out of the car, looking up at the place.
Klaus can't help but laugh at himself when he catches his reflection in the large windowed doors of the hotel. All the uniformed people inside and here he is, looking like death in an oversized coat and scrubs. "I'm definitely the best looking in the group," he teases to Allison, reaching to take up her arm as they walk inside.
He's relieved, however, that they don't have to check in. He just follows alongside his sister, behind Katie who leads the way to the elevators and up to their subsequent room. "You really should have told me you were getting such a swanky place, I would have worn my Sunday best," he remarks, "I'm usually a Motel 6 kind of guy. Or you know, the alley behind it but beggars can't be choosers."
But the moment they get into the room, however, Klaus wastes little time in heading for one of the large, plush beds, all but throwing himself face first onto it. A real bed that's clean, in a well-lit room, that has heat. It's a real godsend and he breathes out a happy little laugh. "Forget the tub, this is as good as sex right here. What do they make these beds out of? I bet the cloud Jesus sits his ass on isn't as soft as this is, shit."
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It's almost disappointing when the car stops, and Klaus doesn't sit up right away. He could relish in the warmth, the closeness, the lulling buzz of the car and the traffic outside. But Allison helps him up all the same and he sighs, feeling the energy leaving his body now that he's given himself a moment to relax again.
He takes the coat, however, and tugs it on, thankful for the warmth it provides. When he leans to look up at the hotel, he blinks. It's nice, nicer than anything he's stayed in before, and he feels a little like a fraud, climbing out of this car with the beloved and famous Allison Hargreeves. But he hugs the coat around himself and climbs out of the car, looking up at the place.
Klaus can't help but laugh at himself when he catches his reflection in the large windowed doors of the hotel. All the uniformed people inside and here he is, looking like death in an oversized coat and scrubs. "I'm definitely the best looking in the group," he teases to Allison, reaching to take up her arm as they walk inside.
He's relieved, however, that they don't have to check in. He just follows alongside his sister, behind Katie who leads the way to the elevators and up to their subsequent room. "You really should have told me you were getting such a swanky place, I would have worn my Sunday best," he remarks, "I'm usually a Motel 6 kind of guy. Or you know, the alley behind it but beggars can't be choosers."
But the moment they get into the room, however, Klaus wastes little time in heading for one of the large, plush beds, all but throwing himself face first onto it. A real bed that's clean, in a well-lit room, that has heat. It's a real godsend and he breathes out a happy little laugh. "Forget the tub, this is as good as sex right here. What do they make these beds out of? I bet the cloud Jesus sits his ass on isn't as soft as this is, shit."