"Who cares?" he huffs an amused sound that doesn't quite make it to a laugh. He settles, half-leaned against Doc in a hazy slump. He certainly doesn't mind that; he was known to turn up a whole bottle that way in a night. Or more than one. If they could get some vodka, some of that whiskey from the mansion... these guys might be surprised how much liquor he could pack into this wiry, too-skinny body without a hangover.
He hums softly and nods, "Yeah. It's nice." he agrees with a thoughtful purse of his lips. "I never had friends before," he says off-handedly. his voice has a sort of floaty nature to it. He's definitely not sober by now. "So it's... it's good. It's really good. You guys are good. I like it here."
A beat.
And he corrects--
"Not--" A vague circle of his hand. "the town, but... here." He shifts that same hand and points at the floor. "This house. This house is good." And the people in it. Klaus isn't the type to assign familial meaning to people who weren't his siblings, but if he were, this might be the closest he has to it besides his actual brother (who, technicallyisn't his actual brother at all), in this town. There's a sort of safety in 1306 Philips Drive that Klaus appreciates.
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He hums softly and nods, "Yeah. It's nice." he agrees with a thoughtful purse of his lips. "I never had friends before," he says off-handedly. his voice has a sort of floaty nature to it. He's definitely not sober by now. "So it's... it's good. It's really good. You guys are good. I like it here."
A beat.
And he corrects--
"Not--" A vague circle of his hand. "the town, but... here." He shifts that same hand and points at the floor. "This house. This house is good." And the people in it. Klaus isn't the type to assign familial meaning to people who weren't his siblings, but if he were, this might be the closest he has to it besides his actual brother (who, technically isn't his actual brother at all), in this town. There's a sort of safety in 1306 Philips Drive that Klaus appreciates.