"That's fine, you just let me know when you're ready."
She prefers the honest admission, not wanting him to force anything or do anything that he's not ready for. Besides, it's not like they wouldn't be able to offer anything later, if he changes his mind.
With a small laugh, she settles back against the pillows, stretching out her legs on the bed. She adjusts her position so that she's more on her side, though, when he tugs her hand and she gives his hand a small squeeze. "I'm definitely not fucking around, it's all very much real. I promise. You get a suite, with a TV, room service, and a bathtub that you can use at your disposal."
As he speaks and he warns her of what's to come, a small smile crosses her lips and she gives his hand another squeeze. "Klaus, don't worry about me. I want you to do your thing. If you want to do the circle and talk about our inner turmoil, we can go all out." It's said with a small tease, but she gives him a reassuring smile, her expression a bit more serious so he can know that she means what she's saying. "I'm not going anywhere, Klaus. You can get sick of me and I can go out for a walk while you do your thing, but I'm not leaving this place without you. If you want me here, holding your hand, or holding your hair back, or holding you, or just watch TV together... Whatever you want, I'm here."
She looks down at their hands together before turning back to him. "A doctor will be available next door, and he'll monitor you to make sure you're okay. But the room is for you to roam as you want. You can pick either bed - or both, it's up to you. The bathroom has plenty of space, or you can lay down on the couch. Just let me know what you need, and we'll make it work."
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She prefers the honest admission, not wanting him to force anything or do anything that he's not ready for. Besides, it's not like they wouldn't be able to offer anything later, if he changes his mind.
With a small laugh, she settles back against the pillows, stretching out her legs on the bed. She adjusts her position so that she's more on her side, though, when he tugs her hand and she gives his hand a small squeeze. "I'm definitely not fucking around, it's all very much real. I promise. You get a suite, with a TV, room service, and a bathtub that you can use at your disposal."
As he speaks and he warns her of what's to come, a small smile crosses her lips and she gives his hand another squeeze. "Klaus, don't worry about me. I want you to do your thing. If you want to do the circle and talk about our inner turmoil, we can go all out." It's said with a small tease, but she gives him a reassuring smile, her expression a bit more serious so he can know that she means what she's saying. "I'm not going anywhere, Klaus. You can get sick of me and I can go out for a walk while you do your thing, but I'm not leaving this place without you. If you want me here, holding your hand, or holding your hair back, or holding you, or just watch TV together... Whatever you want, I'm here."
She looks down at their hands together before turning back to him. "A doctor will be available next door, and he'll monitor you to make sure you're okay. But the room is for you to roam as you want. You can pick either bed - or both, it's up to you. The bathroom has plenty of space, or you can lay down on the couch. Just let me know what you need, and we'll make it work."