[ close. she is close, alive, here. he feels his shoulders shake, is afraid it might reverberate down into his fingers. his hand flexes and tightens around hers as if to stay the reaction. he begins to stand. he cannot help the impulse, driven by the sudden coursing of hope and terror in him. he cannot help his complete lack of control in following it. but he stops himself, halfway out of his seat, freya's hand a reminder and a tether to his.
he has no explanation, none he is willing or even able in this moment to give. he looks at her with a rounded, poorly guarded gaze. he considers it in his shock and disbelief: that he should stay and listen to his sister, but immediately he casts that pretense off. instead he pulls in a breath and braces himself to speak. ] We will continue this, sister.
[She doesn't need to know the loss to know that this is something Klaus needs to do. His feelings for Cami are no secret and she doesn't want to get in the way of that. She nods with a small smile, before letting him go.]
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he has no explanation, none he is willing or even able in this moment to give. he looks at her with a rounded, poorly guarded gaze. he considers it in his shock and disbelief: that he should stay and listen to his sister, but immediately he casts that pretense off. instead he pulls in a breath and braces himself to speak. ] We will continue this, sister.
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Of course. Go.
[She will find him for a drink later.]