The further that Fenris goes with his apology, the more intensely uncomfortable Klaus looks with the situation. Honestly, he thinks that he probably would've preferred it if the elf had just knocked him out like he'd more or less given him permission to, or split his lip open with one of those pretty fists of his.
He knows how to deal with both those things, has dealt with them more often than some people might guess (not always involuntarily) -- but someone apologizing to him for not believing him? That happened once in a blue-goddamned-moon.
Klaus rubs the back of his neck and glances down at his lap, downright sheepish, as Fenris continues. The topic is too deadpan serious for him far too quickly, which means he reacts with his first line of defense: humor.
"Honestly, man, you can lay those hands on me whenever you want. I mean ... mmm." Even that sounds half-hearted, though -- maybe he can blame the sedation.
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He knows how to deal with both those things, has dealt with them more often than some people might guess (not always involuntarily) -- but someone apologizing to him for not believing him? That happened once in a blue-goddamned-moon.
Klaus rubs the back of his neck and glances down at his lap, downright sheepish, as Fenris continues. The topic is too deadpan serious for him far too quickly, which means he reacts with his first line of defense: humor.
"Honestly, man, you can lay those hands on me whenever you want. I mean ... mmm." Even that sounds half-hearted, though -- maybe he can blame the sedation.