The airy laugh doesn't fool him, but Patrick just smiles and doesn't push. Like with Allison, he knows when to push and when to back off with Klaus as well, and for now he just smiles, easing back into their normal teasing even if the look in his eyes say that he's not backing down from what he said. Patrick may have been dragged into this whole situation with Klaus, had been forced to welcome him into this house that he and Allison had bought shortly after getting married, but as the years progressed things changed. Klaus is as much a member of his family as his own siblings, and he really is damn proud of everything he has accomplished.
"You're right, she'll probably defend you, anyway," he says with a sigh, since he often jokes that Claire likes Klaus better than she likes her own parents. "I don't know if my ego can take that tonight."
He gives his shoulders a squeeze again before letting go. There's a sympathetic look on his face as he explains what he's expecting once they go home, although he can't quite help how he frowns when he mentions that that the others would just see him as the druggie. He hopes that he's wrong, but based on what he has heard, he wouldn't be all that surprised and he hates that part.
He hates everything about this, actually.
At the mention of Luther, there's a slight shift in his features and Patrick has to catch himself before he slips and clarifies that point to him. Allison hadn't told him, exactly. Patrick still remembers how she was after that phone call, years ago, when Luther decided to call her and ask her what the hell she had been thinking in taking Klaus to California. Because, of course, someone from the press had found out the news and had tried to make a quick buck out of it. Her assistant and PR rep had managed to nix the story (or so he thinks), but Allison had been so upset after that argument with Luther that it had taken Patrick almost an hour to calm her down, and even then it had hardly worked.
Unable to stay put, he walks over to serve the coffee that is now done brewing. "I'll worry until you're both back here," he clarifies with a small smirk. "But, you're right. I'm glad you'll keep each other company, at least."
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"You're right, she'll probably defend you, anyway," he says with a sigh, since he often jokes that Claire likes Klaus better than she likes her own parents. "I don't know if my ego can take that tonight."
He gives his shoulders a squeeze again before letting go. There's a sympathetic look on his face as he explains what he's expecting once they go home, although he can't quite help how he frowns when he mentions that that the others would just see him as the druggie. He hopes that he's wrong, but based on what he has heard, he wouldn't be all that surprised and he hates that part.
He hates everything about this, actually.
At the mention of Luther, there's a slight shift in his features and Patrick has to catch himself before he slips and clarifies that point to him. Allison hadn't told him, exactly. Patrick still remembers how she was after that phone call, years ago, when Luther decided to call her and ask her what the hell she had been thinking in taking Klaus to California. Because, of course, someone from the press had found out the news and had tried to make a quick buck out of it. Her assistant and PR rep had managed to nix the story (or so he thinks), but Allison had been so upset after that argument with Luther that it had taken Patrick almost an hour to calm her down, and even then it had hardly worked.
Unable to stay put, he walks over to serve the coffee that is now done brewing. "I'll worry until you're both back here," he clarifies with a small smirk. "But, you're right. I'm glad you'll keep each other company, at least."