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  “I wasn’t.” Klaus says, still not entirely present in his conversation with Five. His mind is still wracked, distraught; b r o k e n over what happened.                  Dave…          gun fire….     blood…

Number four closes his eyes tightly against the images that bombard his brain; too much too quickly. He drags both hands over his face in an attempt to ground himself and when that doesn’t work he finds his brown patched fur lined jacket sitting across the room and lifts himself from his bed to reach it. “Look, if you don’t mind - I’m really not up for conversation right now.” His tone is dismissive; detached. Five might mean well ( though it’s more likely got to do with his mission to ‘save the world’ - but what does Klaus care about that right now? HIS world is already gone, stolen from him ) but he doesn’t care about what his brother means to do, he just wants to numb the pain, stop feeling; stop hurting.

           Absently number four’s slender digits dig through his pockets and a small wave of relief washes over him when he finds a left over baggie of something hiding inside. Klaus damn near takes the entire thing - well aware that many pills could very well lead to another overdose, but again; he doesn’t quite care. So instead he lets fate decide and when she deals him three little heavenly doses of pain relief he swallows them easily, head falling forward just afterward - his mind heavy with trauma, desperate for the bliss that will wash over him in a few dozen minutes.

         An easy smile falls over the other man’s lips, both brows drawn together as if to say how is it possible you don’t know how to hold a gun? The amount of surprises Dave continues to learn about Klaus is astounding, baffling too - but the military man likes that surprise, the aspect of unknown that comes with being around Klaus. He never quite knows what is going to come out of the other’s mouth and it leaves Dave with a hunger, a desire to stick by his side and keep him company. Safe to say the soldier likes Klaus a lot; quite a bit more than he should given their circumstance.

         A whine, something akin to awh escapes Klaus’ lips as he places a palm to his chest, lips turned down in a frown as both cheeks pull upward in a you shouldn’t have gesture. “That - that is so sweet, Diego.” He reaches out with his other hand and grips his brothers bicep, jostling him for a second. “If I knew drinking made you a sap I would have started spiking your protein shakes years ago!” A giggle passes through his lips and both hands fall into the Hargreeves lap. It’s not often the family gets together, and truly this is a special occasion - one Klaus wouldn’t have missed for the world.

                                           Allison’s wedding.