[ he pretends for a moment that he is not looking at her, that he assuredly does not care, but his eyes are drawn back: by curiosity, by concern he feels rooted and inconveniently so deep inside him. (he's yet to try to dig it out.) she's not all right. (are any of them?) his unforgiving and piercing gaze catches hers a moment before she looks away to look blindly after caroline.
(he knows what she feels. he can figure it out: uncertainty, awkwardness, longing. guilt.)
klaus presses his lips together at her question. ] She's all right. [ the words echo the conversation they had not long ago. she'll be all right. (he's not sure if that'll ever be true, but close enough is always something he's learned to live with.)
he reaches forward in quick, decisive movements to set up an extra teacup for her, knowing and refusing to know he's doing it to make her feel more comfortable. for caroline, he tells himself. it's not a lie. he pours her a cup; it's strong and bitter. he likes his with a heaping of sugar, but he leaves hers to do with what she likes.
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(he knows what she feels. he can figure it out: uncertainty, awkwardness, longing. guilt.)
klaus presses his lips together at her question. ] She's all right. [ the words echo the conversation they had not long ago. she'll be all right. (he's not sure if that'll ever be true, but close enough is always something he's learned to live with.)
he reaches forward in quick, decisive movements to set up an extra teacup for her, knowing and refusing to know he's doing it to make her feel more comfortable. for caroline, he tells himself. it's not a lie. he pours her a cup; it's strong and bitter. he likes his with a heaping of sugar, but he leaves hers to do with what she likes.
silently, he gestures for her to sit. ]