[ klaus feels unmistakable relief of his own, seeing his friend in one piece. he didn't know what to believe his fate could be, but he knew at least the devil must have a few tricks up his sleeve. (it didn't stop him with wondering, worrying, know if he killed lucifer, there was nothing he could do.) klaus sucks in a breath, smothering that and the congruent affectedness and gratitude he feels at lucifer's response.
he does have so few that would welcome him as a friend. klaus slips in, lips pressing together, eyes downcast to avert if not hide the sentiment in his own.
a drink sounds perfect. ] I suppose upstairs would abide our topic better. [ for certain privacy and without interruption. ]
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he does have so few that would welcome him as a friend. klaus slips in, lips pressing together, eyes downcast to avert if not hide the sentiment in his own.
a drink sounds perfect. ] I suppose upstairs would abide our topic better. [ for certain privacy and without interruption. ]