( stefan has always been the dependable sort. at least in chicago, klaus felt he had found more than a friend; more like a brother. though perhaps a partner is more of an apt descriptor, recent deeds considered. sure, they've had their ups and downs, but as stefan pours him a drink and takes a seat, klaus considers just how valuable his presence is to him, now.

how he wants him around. wants him here, with him. for him.

he's silent, for a short moment, his eyes lifting to gaze at his old friend. his good friend, absent now of animosities and history left unsettled. )

I would like you to help me make sense of all this drivel. ( his voice is low, soft, but certain. ) This bar is mine, now that my daughter is gone, and I need your help.