The minute Drake opens the door, Klaus thinks this was a stupid idea. Coming here was a stupid idea, since when had he ever gone to people who weren't his boyfriend-of-the-week for any kind of comfort or reassurance or help or whatever and why did he think it was a good idea this time? What is he even looking for? What is Drake going to do other than be disappointed in him like everyone always is when he backslides?

Fists clenched at his sides, he's about to just wave it off and head back to wallow alone in his self-pity, but then Drake asks if he's okay, and that does it. He knows he's not going anywhere. Biting his lower lip, Klaus shakes his head, then lifts a hand and scrubs it over his face. Opens his mouth to speak but doesn't know what to say, and so he just steps inside, his arms cross over his belly self-protectively, he sways slightly on his feet, the world looks like it's spinning, and he can feel his heart racing, he can feel that tell-tale twisting in his gut.

Shit. It's not a good high. Drake did not sign up for this.

"Sorry. Sorry to bother you, I should go."