( it has only been the wanting and the waiting that has sustained him. the worry for the pain in his daughter's silence and the constant reliving of their conversation have frayed at his edges, but the imperative to be here when she needs him; when she's ready...
it has kept him put, and sober enough, if not entirely sane. the thought of tearing open a few vulnerable, unknown necks has occurred to him, as has stalking to her residence to see her himself. instead, he has nursed a few drinks, painted and destroyed a few canvases, and is quite close to reconsidering the idea of giving hope space.
in fact, he has just showered, dressed, and decided to head out for the day, perhaps ending it at subversion. or her front door.
should he give her space? he wonders. what would hayley do?
anticipation overtakes him when he hears her steps and the knock at the door. he would know her presence anywhere. the tight ball of anxiety in his heart begins to unfurl, leaving space for relief. he is at the door in no time at all, pulling it open.
his eyes round at the sight of her. his lips part, wordlessly for a moment. klaus exhales, attempting to regulate himself. he is her father, and she deserves that he act like one. his voice is gentle, even. ) Come in. ( he steps aside. ) Let's talk.
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it has kept him put, and sober enough, if not entirely sane. the thought of tearing open a few vulnerable, unknown necks has occurred to him, as has stalking to her residence to see her himself. instead, he has nursed a few drinks, painted and destroyed a few canvases, and is quite close to reconsidering the idea of giving hope space.
in fact, he has just showered, dressed, and decided to head out for the day, perhaps ending it at subversion. or her front door.
should he give her space? he wonders. what would hayley do?
anticipation overtakes him when he hears her steps and the knock at the door. he would know her presence anywhere. the tight ball of anxiety in his heart begins to unfurl, leaving space for relief. he is at the door in no time at all, pulling it open.
his eyes round at the sight of her. his lips part, wordlessly for a moment. klaus exhales, attempting to regulate himself. he is her father, and she deserves that he act like one. his voice is gentle, even. ) Come in. ( he steps aside. ) Let's talk.