Klaus laid in the dark, curled up under the covers. He stared blankly at the wall through the little gap in the blankets. He felt the bed dip as you sat down, joining him in the silence. He had heard you rearranging things in the living room all morning in hopes it would draw him out of his depressive hole.

You rubbed Klaus' back through the covers, easing his tremors. Klaus didn't even protest when you scooped him up bridal style. He'd been in bed for days. So imagine his surprise when you brought him to a small nest in the living room complete with blankets and pillows.