Klaus' stillness more than anything is what makes him reconsider. Most of the slavers and scum he's threatened in the past have shriveled and cowered, sniveling and begging for him not to end their miserable lives.
But Klaus doesn't. He holds still, seemingly calm and measured, and - doesn't care. If it is a ruse, it's an incredibly good one, and the paranoid part of Fenris' brain screams for him not to believe it.
But if it isn't...then he would be murdering someone who for all he knows is innocent, who - if his reaction is any indication - has likely been victimized himself, if not at the very least by their same captors.
Fenris debates silently with himself for a long moment, staring hard into Klaus' eyes, jaw clenched tight.
Finally, he carefully lets go, and slowly withdraws, putting space between them so they can both breathe. Leaning heavily against the frame of the bunk, he sighs, a fresh wave of pain lancing through his temples.
For a long while he stays quiet, and then, lowly: "...I'm sorry."
I'm sorry Klaus plz still be his friend later
But Klaus doesn't. He holds still, seemingly calm and measured, and - doesn't care. If it is a ruse, it's an incredibly good one, and the paranoid part of Fenris' brain screams for him not to believe it.
But if it isn't...then he would be murdering someone who for all he knows is innocent, who - if his reaction is any indication - has likely been victimized himself, if not at the very least by their same captors.
Fenris debates silently with himself for a long moment, staring hard into Klaus' eyes, jaw clenched tight.
Finally, he carefully lets go, and slowly withdraws, putting space between them so they can both breathe. Leaning heavily against the frame of the bunk, he sighs, a fresh wave of pain lancing through his temples.
For a long while he stays quiet, and then, lowly: "...I'm sorry."