Klaus busies himself with the coffee next, pulling down two mugs, whether Diego would actually like one or not. Much like the sandwich, it's a habit to serve the other person here. Even if his brother doesn't want any, Klaus is happy to drink two cups on his behalf.
"She's great, yeah," he breathes on a little laugh. Claire had basically saved his life, in a lot of ways. Had he not desperately kept clean to meet his niece, he's not sure if he would have made it very far. "Once she's up, she'll be all over you. You've got to show her what you can do, you'll surpass all of us on the list of cool shit her family can do."
He pours himself a cup of the coffee and another, sliding one toward the stovetop. "Sorry, this is crazy, you realize that, right?" He laughs into his mug, taking a piping hot sip and humming as it burns on its way down. "What, two weeks ago we were stopping an apocalypse and now you're here, in the kitchen in California, making a fucking grilled cheese for our bedridden sister. What a wild turn of events. I haven't had anything for years, but I have to tell you the last month feels like a case of some really, really bad drugs. Phew, big shit, maybe a few flashbacks on the way from the good ol' spinal fluid. Saving the best for last."
And even though Klaus had said he wasn't hungry, had said he'd save a grilled cheese for later, doesn't stop him from hovering around Diego so he can steal a piece of crispy cheese from the pan. He hops up to sit on the counter beside him, cradling the coffee mug in his lap.
"Just that a month ago we weren't even really a family, right? Now look at us. Oh how the tide floweth in or whatever the old saying is. I really should memorize more of that shamanistic bullshit for my yoga sessions, but que sera sera and whatnot."
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"She's great, yeah," he breathes on a little laugh. Claire had basically saved his life, in a lot of ways. Had he not desperately kept clean to meet his niece, he's not sure if he would have made it very far. "Once she's up, she'll be all over you. You've got to show her what you can do, you'll surpass all of us on the list of cool shit her family can do."
He pours himself a cup of the coffee and another, sliding one toward the stovetop. "Sorry, this is crazy, you realize that, right?" He laughs into his mug, taking a piping hot sip and humming as it burns on its way down. "What, two weeks ago we were stopping an apocalypse and now you're here, in the kitchen in California, making a fucking grilled cheese for our bedridden sister. What a wild turn of events. I haven't had anything for years, but I have to tell you the last month feels like a case of some really, really bad drugs. Phew, big shit, maybe a few flashbacks on the way from the good ol' spinal fluid. Saving the best for last."
And even though Klaus had said he wasn't hungry, had said he'd save a grilled cheese for later, doesn't stop him from hovering around Diego so he can steal a piece of crispy cheese from the pan. He hops up to sit on the counter beside him, cradling the coffee mug in his lap.
"Just that a month ago we weren't even really a family, right? Now look at us. Oh how the tide floweth in or whatever the old saying is. I really should memorize more of that shamanistic bullshit for my yoga sessions, but que sera sera and whatnot."