[ As intoxicated as Klaus is, he can still feel that jumble of words and thoughts just out of reach. A feeling more than a thought, like flickering shadows against the wall. If there's one thing he catches though, it's Leonard, and he remembers.

He remembers the aftermath. The body broken and dead on the floor. And he remembers only too late how he could have just summoned the prick and asked him what the fuck he'd done to his sister. What was his plan, what was anything he was doing?

He pulls away a moment, and the words come to his mouth, gripping onto her shoulders like she's a rock that he can't let go of, like in this moment she's the most important thing in the world. ]

You deserved better than him. You deserve someone who isn't just using you for... whatever it was he was doing.

[ He pulls away again, crossing his arms tightly, the heels of his palms digging into his eyes to stem his tears. ]

A-And I'm being a jerk, you know, making this all about me. God, I can't even imagine how you feel-