“Jesus Christ kid,” Klaus sighs as he walks out the back door into the garden at night to see you throwing up with a packet of cigarettes and half a bottle of vodka by your side as you lay in the mud. “It’s okay, I’m just gonna clean you up,” he reassures you as he pulls you up and drags you inside the mansion. “If you’re feeling crap you can talk to me, any time. Why didn’t you wake me up?” He asks as he holds you steady as he takes you up stairs to the bathroom.