The fact that Patrick also lives in this house is a blessing beyond measure, considering the guest room has, in fact, been restored to a livable state. It's no longer a pile of chairs and blankets and pillows from his and Claire's adventures a few nights previous.
He couldn't do any of this without Patrick, but the thought alone makes guilt well up in the pit of his stomach. If he'd protected Allison...
"You don't have to do all the hard work, you know," Klaus huffs but doesn't exactly move from his place at the stool, just watches as Diego fishes out all the necessary items. He doesn't feel hungry, really, so instead he pushes away from the counter and moves to the coffee machine, starting up a pot. "Was it you who used to dunk these in tomato soup or was that Five and Vanya? I think we have a can somewhere. I'm still full from breakfast, though, thank you very much."
Sitting still isn't something Klaus has ever done very well, especially when his siblings are around. As welcome as Diego is, as comfortable as he can feel around his brother, he feels just as on edge with him here, too. But it's all a carryover from before, from their hellish week trying to stop the apocalypse.
The coffee brewing, he looks over his shoulder when Diego poses the question. He snorts at the spatula and holds his hands up in false surrender. "Whether or not you play dress up isn't up to me, darling Diego, so I guess you've got a very hard lesson to learn." He grins, toothy and teasing, before swiping a can of soup and clanking it down on the counter.
"I don't make the rules, I only follow them. Claire is a demanding but just ruler, so it's easy to give in. If you don't want to play dress up, you can usually deflect with story time. And I guarantee she will be glued to your side with all the stories you've got to tell, Batman."
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He couldn't do any of this without Patrick, but the thought alone makes guilt well up in the pit of his stomach. If he'd protected Allison...
"You don't have to do all the hard work, you know," Klaus huffs but doesn't exactly move from his place at the stool, just watches as Diego fishes out all the necessary items. He doesn't feel hungry, really, so instead he pushes away from the counter and moves to the coffee machine, starting up a pot. "Was it you who used to dunk these in tomato soup or was that Five and Vanya? I think we have a can somewhere. I'm still full from breakfast, though, thank you very much."
Sitting still isn't something Klaus has ever done very well, especially when his siblings are around. As welcome as Diego is, as comfortable as he can feel around his brother, he feels just as on edge with him here, too. But it's all a carryover from before, from their hellish week trying to stop the apocalypse.
The coffee brewing, he looks over his shoulder when Diego poses the question. He snorts at the spatula and holds his hands up in false surrender. "Whether or not you play dress up isn't up to me, darling Diego, so I guess you've got a very hard lesson to learn." He grins, toothy and teasing, before swiping a can of soup and clanking it down on the counter.
"I don't make the rules, I only follow them. Claire is a demanding but just ruler, so it's easy to give in. If you don't want to play dress up, you can usually deflect with story time. And I guarantee she will be glued to your side with all the stories you've got to tell, Batman."