Klaus rubs her back slowly, finding his own fatigue starts to set in the longer they lounge together like this. He's spent the last two days tossing and turning, jumping at the faintest sound from the apartment next door, hoping to hear her coming and going. To have her here again feels like a weight has lifted off his chest completely and he can breathe again.
As she settles into him again, he wraps both of his arms around her, holding her snug to him. "You're right, I guess. Why do you always have to do that? The whole being right thing, it's very annoying."
He kisses her forehead again and allows his head to fall back against the arm rest of the couch, getting comfortable. "I warned him, you know. Making me his whole soul is a bad idea, but he didn't listen. So I think his soul must be some strange cross between a 60s gay club and that one acid trip I took back in 2018 that made me see dancing giraffes for fucking days. But I didn't argue, just let him insist, like he does. That whole stubborn thing I mentioned, you know, but at least he's pretty." He sighs wistfully and tilts his head to rest his cheek atop her crown.
"You know, this might be incredibly selfish of me, but I think we should have a lazy morning. Nap and bask in the sun like two happy, fat cats and get a nice brunch after. Get you some sexy new 2020 clothes after that... well. Whatever your heart desires, really."
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Klaus rubs her back slowly, finding his own fatigue starts to set in the longer they lounge together like this. He's spent the last two days tossing and turning, jumping at the faintest sound from the apartment next door, hoping to hear her coming and going. To have her here again feels like a weight has lifted off his chest completely and he can breathe again.
As she settles into him again, he wraps both of his arms around her, holding her snug to him. "You're right, I guess. Why do you always have to do that? The whole being right thing, it's very annoying."
He kisses her forehead again and allows his head to fall back against the arm rest of the couch, getting comfortable. "I warned him, you know. Making me his whole soul is a bad idea, but he didn't listen. So I think his soul must be some strange cross between a 60s gay club and that one acid trip I took back in 2018 that made me see dancing giraffes for fucking days. But I didn't argue, just let him insist, like he does. That whole stubborn thing I mentioned, you know, but at least he's pretty." He sighs wistfully and tilts his head to rest his cheek atop her crown.
"You know, this might be incredibly selfish of me, but I think we should have a lazy morning. Nap and bask in the sun like two happy, fat cats and get a nice brunch after. Get you some sexy new 2020 clothes after that... well. Whatever your heart desires, really."