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He knows he shouldn't ask. Doesn't even know if she can do it anymore, honestly. If she's anything like the rest of them, something has to be on the fritz by now— none of the Hargreeves kids made it into their 30s without some awful defect from their so-called "Extraordinary" powers. Hell, not all of the Hargreeves kids lived into their 30s to begin with.
And even if she can do it, he knows it comes with a terrible price, it always does. His memories are all hazy, but he still thinks about the way she would tremble, the way her body didn't seem to belong to her for just a few seconds. Fucking terrifying, that's all he really remembers. Not a parlour trick— he knows what that feels like, to turn tricks just to make ends meet like some gutter trash Criss Angel.
No, he shouldn't ask. That would be a dick move.
Only...
Well, he's already here. And she's already looking at him. And there's an ache inside him so big it feels like he's bleeding out on her goddamn carpet and— don't be a pussy, Klaus, just ASK HER!
"Hey, Em! Hi. Sorry, sorry, I'll just be a tick. I just, uh..." He steps into the room and already he feels like a goddamn wreck. He runs a hand through his already-frazzled hair, curls his toes up against the bottom of his shoes until the buzzing energy quiets down just enough for him to power through.
"I know...I know you don't it anymore, but I..."
Trembling hands grip at the dog-tags around his chest, and for a moment the world melts into a fuzzy haze before he blinks the tears out of his eyes and forces a breath so deep into his lungs that his whole body burns with it.
"I was kinda hoping you might...y'know, help me find some answers."










