[being honest here, he has no trouble giving vanya the benefit of the doubt; if she came from when he lasts remembers seeing her (still unconscious while five was mid-teleport) then it makes sense she'd be disoriented. seeing her in the familiar white suit definitely solidifies that, which is both comforting and mildly worrisome. has she been here long? and if so, just how long by herself?

an overwhelming surge of protectiveness seizes him and after she returns the squeeze, klaus straightens his somewhat hunched posture, swelling with pride a little more than necessary.

but they're in mutual agreement with one another; together, they'll overcome whatever may be thrown their way.] Damn right we are, [he agrees seamlessly and when she lets go, klaus takes his hand back, tucks it into his coat-pocket (which he's considering giving to her in case it might help her feel better).

what if drawing attention to that makes it worse, though? decisions, decisions... for now, klaus'll keep his jacket and take a few steps forward instead, an obvious bounce in his step.]

Yeah, me too. With the bedroom and Five, but listen, I— [except he hesitates, suddenly glad he'd moved away. would telling her about asgard fuck anything up? klaus has no idea, he isn't part of the time commission, he's not sure how it works! there's something far more important he's worried about: vanya thinking he's full of shit because he's high as kite despite being surprisingly sober at the moment.]

I gotta tell you something, yeah? But I doubt you're gonna believe me.