The flicker of movement as Klaus sets his fists on the table draws Drake's gaze back, in time to see the tears start to fall. Something aches in his own chest sympathetically, remembering.... he really only opened up to one person at the time, his next closest friend of over a year, and not often. Mostly, Drake had just tried to hold his shit together on his own. But Klaus is chattier than he is, and came to his door for a reason.

Start with the easier questions first, and this one's probably the easiest. Drake himself had counted every damn day.

"How long's it been?"