A laugh bubbles up out of his chest as Diego denies the need for sleep. "Oh, okay, pot, meet kettle. What a lovely pair we make."
The very idea of sleeping, though, triggers something in him already, limbs growing heavy, eyes even heavier. It feels like a betrayal, to sleep while Allison stays there, injured on the bed. How many hours did she stay up for him in the throes of withdrawal, when there was nothing she could do? It feels like a lifetime ago, all of it.
But the fact that Diego will stay and keep watch puts Klaus at ease. He knows that his brother will wake him when needed, even if Klaus himself is suspicious that Diego will let him sleep over an hour. He knows how family works, after all, particularly this one.
He drops his hand to Diego's shoulder, giving it a squeeze and a little shake. "Stubborn bastard," he murmurs. The cot doesn't look all that appealing, really, but being any farther from his sister is too much to worry about. So he pulls the cot down and the blanket Pogo left and lowers himself down onto it, curling up onto his side like he might have as a boy, his back to Diego.
"An hour," he sleepily reminds his brother with the huff of a laugh. He might wake himself up long before that, really, with the new stretch of nightmares and the voices in this eyes. "You keep watch," he says on a yawn, a hand waving idly, and while Diego might think it's directed at him? It's to Ben, who takes up the chair Klaus left. With that, Klaus begins to drift to sleep.
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The very idea of sleeping, though, triggers something in him already, limbs growing heavy, eyes even heavier. It feels like a betrayal, to sleep while Allison stays there, injured on the bed. How many hours did she stay up for him in the throes of withdrawal, when there was nothing she could do? It feels like a lifetime ago, all of it.
But the fact that Diego will stay and keep watch puts Klaus at ease. He knows that his brother will wake him when needed, even if Klaus himself is suspicious that Diego will let him sleep over an hour. He knows how family works, after all, particularly this one.
He drops his hand to Diego's shoulder, giving it a squeeze and a little shake. "Stubborn bastard," he murmurs. The cot doesn't look all that appealing, really, but being any farther from his sister is too much to worry about. So he pulls the cot down and the blanket Pogo left and lowers himself down onto it, curling up onto his side like he might have as a boy, his back to Diego.
"An hour," he sleepily reminds his brother with the huff of a laugh. He might wake himself up long before that, really, with the new stretch of nightmares and the voices in this eyes. "You keep watch," he says on a yawn, a hand waving idly, and while Diego might think it's directed at him? It's to Ben, who takes up the chair Klaus left. With that, Klaus begins to drift to sleep.