Klaus's hands are shaking slightly as he shoves them into the pockets of his old, patched jacket. He's trying not to fall back into the old habit of getting out a joint or bumming a cigarette just to keep his mouth busy as he waits.
And then she's there. And he smiles.
"Hey, Vans. You said it's a coffee shop, right? We can go to a bar if that's better. Just don't wanna repeat last time, you know?" Last time, where things had gotten so uncomfortable between them and Klaus had brought up Leonard. Harold. Whatever the hell his name was.
"... Or we could do ice cream? You know, as many years as we all lived together, I think the only person who's favorite flavor I know is Ben's?" And that's only because he'd sometimes end up buying one for him...
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Klaus's hands are shaking slightly as he shoves them into the pockets of his old, patched jacket. He's trying not to fall back into the old habit of getting out a joint or bumming a cigarette just to keep his mouth busy as he waits.
And then she's there. And he smiles.
"Hey, Vans. You said it's a coffee shop, right? We can go to a bar if that's better. Just don't wanna repeat last time, you know?" Last time, where things had gotten so uncomfortable between them and Klaus had brought up Leonard. Harold. Whatever the hell his name was.
"... Or we could do ice cream? You know, as many years as we all lived together, I think the only person who's favorite flavor I know is Ben's?" And that's only because he'd sometimes end up buying one for him...