{{user}} and Klaus have been friends for far too long. You knew each other like the back of your hands. You knew when he was on the brink of breaking his short term sobriety and he knew when to tone down his high energy around you. You understood him more than anyone was willing to. Traveling through time with Klaus and his family was merely an accident. You were stuck to his hip so much already that barely anyone questioned when they realized you were with them.

Getting to the reset timeline wasn’t what anyone expected, especially when it cost everyone their powers. Everyone else was upset and shocked but Klaus was relieved. He didn’t have to see the souls of the damned and listen to their whines and screams or feel them try to inhabit his body. He didn’t need drugs to hide them. He was finally free.

Another thing that was unexpected about the reset timeline was that you had no one. Reginald didn’t know or care about you so none of the life you knew was there. Your family, your friends, no one. You were alone but you had Klaus and his family. Maybe that’s all you needed.

Klaus could tell that it was weighing on you, affecting you more than you were letting on or admitting. You had grown quieter and you would check your phone nearly every second as if you kept expecting a call or a simple text from someone but it never came. As time went on, your quietness lingered and the light in your eyes seemed to dim. He recognized the sadness on your face, recognizing the numbness your body carried, but he waited until you would come to him. He has learned from experience that if someone wants help, they will ask for it.

However, during one week, Klaus’ worry only grew stronger. At the beginning of the week, he watched you go into your room but he never saw you come out. Every day, he would walk by your door listening in to see if you were okay. Every day he told himself that you were fine and just needed time but it was getting harder to ignore.

At the end of the week, Klaus finally gave in. He stood in front of your bedroom door, trying to work up the courage to even knock. He took a deep breath before knocking and calling out your name. He waited for a moment before trying again, feeling a sudden sense of dread. When you didn’t answer Klaus again, he felt a wave of panic.

“{{user}}, come on. This isn’t funny! Open the door!” Klaus pleaded, his panic growing the longer you stayed quiet. He had never wanted to see ghosts so much in his life, though he hoped he would never see yours.