Klaus does open his eyes, mostly because the dizziness was getting oppressive with them closed, he'd started to feel like his head was in a washing machine, spinning around and around with such force that his neck was going to snap. When he opens his eyes, he sees Drake looking off toward the living room, at the art that he told him was done by his partner while he talks about how he's been there before.

The tears threaten again, leaving Klaus' green eyes glassy with wetness, and his eyelashes feel heavy, but only one or two fall down his cheeks when Drake says that it's not cheating, it just makes it hurt more because it highlights what he's lost. Dropping his hands to the table, Klaus clenches his fists hard enough that his nails dig into his palms, and the slight sting is enough to distract him from the pain that feels like it's gutting him alive.

"It still doesn't feel real." He says, his voice quiet, a little distant, and two more tears slide down his cheeks, "It feels like some nightmare I'm going to wake up from."