Oh. That's different. One thing Klaus has put together over the course of the last several weeks of rooming with this one is.... Harlan doesn't do touching, and he doesn't do a lot of invasion of personal space. The fact that he's so easy and relaxed with the idea of it, practically leans into it? Ohh, Klaus approves. He approves a lot.
He hums softly, a long, drawn-out, whine of a sound. "Like I have a choice?" he sings the last two words. Of course he had a choice. He could say no. He probably should have. But he couldn't stand it any more, he couldn't be taunted by the haunting dead father of his, by ghosts clamoring for his attention, he couldn't find himself trapped in that crypt between blinks again.
The choice had been easy. Obvious. Inevitable.
Klaus smirks a little and slides up and away from his friend, only long enough to slip over the back of the couch and slide down to sit next to him. Like. Really close. He plucks the joint from Harlan's fingers and takes a long, deep drag from it, continuing his slide down the other man's side, head landing easily in his lap, bare feet resting on the arm of the couch. The blanket that had been wrapped around his shoulders is now splayed haphazardly across Harlan's lap along with him.
"Mmm this is good." He says, blowing out his hit, taking another right behind it before dangling the joint between his fingers, held out to his roommate to take again.
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He hums softly, a long, drawn-out, whine of a sound. "Like I have a choice?" he sings the last two words. Of course he had a choice. He could say no. He probably should have. But he couldn't stand it any more, he couldn't be taunted by the haunting dead father of his, by ghosts clamoring for his attention, he couldn't find himself trapped in that crypt between blinks again.
The choice had been easy.
Obvious.
Inevitable.
Klaus smirks a little and slides up and away from his friend, only long enough to slip over the back of the couch and slide down to sit next to him. Like. Really close. He plucks the joint from Harlan's fingers and takes a long, deep drag from it, continuing his slide down the other man's side, head landing easily in his lap, bare feet resting on the arm of the couch. The blanket that had been wrapped around his shoulders is now splayed haphazardly across Harlan's lap along with him.
"Mmm this is good." He says, blowing out his hit, taking another right behind it before dangling the joint between his fingers, held out to his roommate to take again.