The chaos stilled at the sound of his own name echoing through the hall and Raylan dropped the legs of the most recent chair to suffer his wrath. Who was that? His heart jumped in his chest, both in hope and in fear - Did Klaus die with them?

"Klaus?" Raylan nearly sprinted to the door and almost tripped over some debris for his efforts as he stumbled into the door before tearing it open and taking in the sight of Klaus like the wonderful, terrible blessing he was.

"Fuck," he said, moving forward to wrap both his arms around the somehow equally narrow man, wild manic eyes searching his face. "How are you here? Did.." He couldn't form the words, swallowing tightly. Tell him Klaus didn't suffer what he did. What Neal and Negan did.

Out of everyone he'd met, Klaus was the softest of them all, even against all the shit that life had thrown at him. It wasn't fair. He'd been in Nam, hadn't he suffered enough?