[Harlan doesn't spend much time in his suite. He really only comes here to sleep or, occasionally, to hole up in the bathroom with a knife. Tonight though, he's feeling okay. The ghosts haven't bothered him all that much—in fact, he sort of likes having them around. Ghosts are familiar, even if they always annoyed him back home. He could do without the random groping, but otherwise, they just remind him of nights spent hanging around with Hettie, the both of them trying and failing to shoo away her house's resident spirit.
In any case, he doesn't amble back into his bedroom until after midnight. He's been up on the roof playing guitar, and now he's very much looking forward to crawling into bed, so suffice to say he's not expecting a visitor. He starts when he sees Klaus perched there waiting for him.]
Oh, jesus, hey.
[He sets his guitar down against the dresser and shrugs off his jacket.]
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In any case, he doesn't amble back into his bedroom until after midnight. He's been up on the roof playing guitar, and now he's very much looking forward to crawling into bed, so suffice to say he's not expecting a visitor. He starts when he sees Klaus perched there waiting for him.]
Oh, jesus, hey.
[He sets his guitar down against the dresser and shrugs off his jacket.]
What are you doing in here?