"...easy. You're still shaking."

Drake lets his hand drop as Klaus drinks, studying him instead. The cheerful tone and smile are completely contradicted by those words, which earn him a quirked eyebrow. What kind of bad life choices... cave weed? Not the end of the world. There must be more to it.

"Everybody slips, man. You're not going to turn things around overnight, especially not after the stress of being dragged here. At least you didn't take something that'll kill you or make the withdrawal worse later... or is this not just about the drugs?"

It does seem like he's beating himself up way more than he should if it was just that, but Drake knows to tread lightly. If Klaus came here some part of him must want to get it out, but too much pressure to spill could drive him out the door anyway. Too little and he could just stay bottled up. Drake reaches up again and wipes some of the sweat on Klaus' forehead away with the towel, hoping he can get the other man to look at him properly.

"Something's weighing on you, anyway. You can tell me."