He's not sure which it is, honestly. Maybe he wants to contact, the reminder that he fucking exists, warm and in the flesh and not in that-- place burning alive still. Maybe he doesn't deserve it though.

Not that it stops him from leaning his head in Against Klaus' when he rests on his shoulder like that. "I didn't say I minded, did I?" He starts quietly.

"I keep thinking about it, about other shit. We all need distractions."