[He's not really the serenading type, despite how prone he is to singing in people's general direction, but he doesn't mind an audience. He'd go grab his guitar right now, even—Klaus could use the distraction—but the only reason he's not still on the roof is his sleepiness was making him fuck up too much.
Besides, Klaus seems to have other things in mind. Harlan startles gently as Klaus leans into him, though he doesn't move away. This is fine, he tells himself as he feels his pulse spike against the fingers playing over his arm. This is fine.
And it is, is the thing. He trusts Klaus, and he's come to learn that casual touching isn't something he needs to read into. It's contact for contact's sake, nothing more. It's a foreign concept to him, but he's growing to appreciate it.]
Maybe you can make them go away with practice. It took me a long fucking time to get good at my magic. I bet the same logic applies for you.
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[He's not really the serenading type, despite how prone he is to singing in people's general direction, but he doesn't mind an audience. He'd go grab his guitar right now, even—Klaus could use the distraction—but the only reason he's not still on the roof is his sleepiness was making him fuck up too much.
Besides, Klaus seems to have other things in mind. Harlan startles gently as Klaus leans into him, though he doesn't move away. This is fine, he tells himself as he feels his pulse spike against the fingers playing over his arm. This is fine.
And it is, is the thing. He trusts Klaus, and he's come to learn that casual touching isn't something he needs to read into. It's contact for contact's sake, nothing more. It's a foreign concept to him, but he's growing to appreciate it.]
Maybe you can make them go away with practice. It took me a long fucking time to get good at my magic. I bet the same logic applies for you.