[ he does know that. klaus also knows that he had a choice and he knows what he chose: to violate his friend's mind and whatever semblance of misplaced trust he had. the better for him, is what klaus thinks; is what he would think, if he could believe it.
(he must.
or he doesn't, because he did it for his daughter.
and himself.
but it is camille saying these words and they reach too deep. they stir and pull out a raw and vulnerable truth. he does care.)
klaus turns to his own couch but instead walks with sudden purpose towards his drink cart.
there's a reason he stays where he is. there's more he's not saying. there's more he does not want to say, facing her. he never said he wasn't a coward. ] Of course I care; he's no mean friend. [ mean ally is what he means. perhaps not entirely. a pause, and the clinks of ice in a glass. ] He's my friend.
no subject
(he must.
or he doesn't, because he did it for his daughter.
and himself.
but it is camille saying these words and they reach too deep. they stir and pull out a raw and vulnerable truth. he does care.)
klaus turns to his own couch but instead walks with sudden purpose towards his drink cart.
there's a reason he stays where he is. there's more he's not saying. there's more he does not want to say, facing her. he never said he wasn't a coward. ] Of course I care; he's no mean friend. [ mean ally is what he means. perhaps not entirely. a pause, and the clinks of ice in a glass. ] He's my friend.