In ... probably literally any other situation, up to and including the other man holding him as roughly as he had been without the added unknown of the glowing blue lyrium tattoos, Klaus would've been too busy daydreaming about the handsome crease of Fenris's brow as he glared so determinedly. The lyrium had been there, though, so Fenris is for now spared the awkwardness of having to deal with his erection ... for now.
Once the other man lets go of him properly, he settles back against his side of the bunk and smooths down the front of his army fatigues. He casts a glance sidelong at Fenris once he initiates conversation again, eyebrows raised. He waves a hand off to the side, dismissive.
"Man, you're right -- I don't know what you've been through, but you're not the only one here who's been through some fucked up shit. So -- don't worry about it." He's used to people treating him badly and disbelieving him, anyway.
It's cool, his family does worse to each other on a semi-weekly basis so I mean
Once the other man lets go of him properly, he settles back against his side of the bunk and smooths down the front of his army fatigues. He casts a glance sidelong at Fenris once he initiates conversation again, eyebrows raised. He waves a hand off to the side, dismissive.
"Man, you're right -- I don't know what you've been through, but you're not the only one here who's been through some fucked up shit. So -- don't worry about it." He's used to people treating him badly and disbelieving him, anyway.