[He scoffs slightly and shakes his head, muttering.]

God, how do you do that?

[He doesn’t wait for Harlan to ask what he’s talking about, he just explains on his own—]

You just... you make everything sound to practical. Like— I don’t know— like it’s something simple to be broken down into small, easily-accomplished chunks.

[He can’t help the small, bright smile that breaks across his face. His fingers move to fit into the spaces between Harlan’s, thumb trailing idly across the side of his hand.]

It just... makes me feel like I can really do it. Is that stupid? It is- I’m an idiot, ignore me.

[The self-conscious babble makes him feel awkward, and Klaus never knows what to do with awkward, it isn’t a feeling he has very much practice with because there was never any reason to care what anyone thought of him when the people he surrounded himself with changed every night.

He stares down at his free hand resting on his stomach, but that smile is still firmly glued in place.]