[ It's a mumble, and Klaus lets her go. Lets her go and be angry at him, because it's what he deserves. It's what he's always deserved, isn't it? Always screwing up anything good that was ever given to him, from his relationship with his siblings to the love of his life.
He's too drunk for this, and he finds himself crossing to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair. Arms crossed, he buries his face into his coat, and tries to block out everything.
So much for mending the bridge. He'd screwed that up, too.]
End?
[ It's a mumble, and Klaus lets her go. Lets her go and be angry at him, because it's what he deserves. It's what he's always deserved, isn't it? Always screwing up anything good that was ever given to him, from his relationship with his siblings to the love of his life.
He's too drunk for this, and he finds himself crossing to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair. Arms crossed, he buries his face into his coat, and tries to block out everything.
So much for mending the bridge. He'd screwed that up, too.]