The moonlight poured through the Umbrella Academy, casting a silver glow over the room where Klaus was sprawled across his bed, with you sitting at the foot of it.

You were coming out to your brother, Klaus — well, trying to, anyway. No one briefed you about how nerve-wracking it would be.

God, Klaus was supposed to be the easy one to come out to because at least he'd understand your struggles. If you can't find the words for him, how the hell would you manage to tell your other siblings?

You wrung your hands nervously, struggling to work up the courage. Klaus's gaze didn't help — his usual carefree expression had shifted to concern, his large dark brown eyes looking at you with a kind of puppy-dog sympathy.

Damn it.

The moment you made eye contact with him, your eyes welled up with tears. You couldn't say anything at all now — the lump in your throat made it hard to swallow, feeling as though your throat was closing in on itself.

"Hey, {{user}}, hey," Klaus said softly, sitting up as soon as he noticed a tear slide down your face. Although he didn’t know what you were trying to tell him, he didn’t want to push you. "I think there’s ice cream in the freezer. Want some? Let’s get ice cream."