"What I need?"

Klaus snorts a little bit at the thought and turns his head to look at her for a moment. She swears it's not a dream but he can't shake the feeling that it might be. That it's just some trip waiting to go bad because good things don't happen to him like this. They never do.

"You understand that this is the fanciest, nicest place I've been in since I was kicked out? I mean, I've been a lot of rooms and in a lot of beds but I swear this is the nicest thing I've ever felt. Can we take this to California with us, please? You said if I needed anything..."

He's joking, of course, and he rolls a little closer to her, if only so he can bury his face against her shoulder. "I mean, the pillows would do, too. They're nice. They're so fluffy and they put little chocolates on them, too.

He settles back down with a sigh, and when he slows down, it's evident how exhausted he is, the lines of his face deeper, the circles under his eyes darker. His body feels like it's slowly being subjected to the press of gravity. "I know I said I wanted a bath before, but walking sounds pretty awful right now and this coat is warm enough."

Klaus sighs. "I feel like shit, Al. Where's the fun in getting clean, anyway?"