"Just...trust me..." The words barely even sound like him, detached in a way Klaus really never gets. Not here, not here, not here. He's not living this moment so much as moving through so very familiar motions, now, taking Five's wrist tying a tourniquet with what he thinks was meant to be a blindfold around his arm. Expert and nimble fingers seek an easy vein, a couple of sharp thumps to make it easier to slide the needle in. He presses down on the plunger and releases the drug into his brother's system.
Klaus can picture it in his mind, can almost feel the phantom of that near-instant sensation, a sort of rush in his veins that spreads a warmth through his entire body in seconds, a low-bubbling kind of euphoria that's more subtle than it is a smack in the face like any number of the uppers Klaus has taken in the past.
Five's smart. He'll figure out why he did that, right? (Klaus wishes he had saved some for himself.)
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"Just...trust me..." The words barely even sound like him, detached in a way Klaus really never gets. Not here, not here, not here. He's not living this moment so much as moving through so very familiar motions, now, taking Five's wrist tying a tourniquet with what he thinks was meant to be a blindfold around his arm. Expert and nimble fingers seek an easy vein, a couple of sharp thumps to make it easier to slide the needle in. He presses down on the plunger and releases the drug into his brother's system.
Klaus can picture it in his mind, can almost feel the phantom of that near-instant sensation, a sort of rush in his veins that spreads a warmth through his entire body in seconds, a low-bubbling kind of euphoria that's more subtle than it is a smack in the face like any number of the uppers Klaus has taken in the past.
Five's smart.
He'll figure out why he did that, right?
(Klaus wishes he had saved some for himself.)