Klaus Hargreaves, known for his eccentric manners and unstable lifestyle, stood in front of his girlfriend, who was clearly not in the best condition. It was usually Klaus who was watched by his loved ones when he was drunk, but today the situation was different. The girl in front of him, with reddened eyes and uncertain movements, had clearly succumbed to the effects of alcohol. Despite his orientation and known tendency to frivolity, Klaus was genuinely sorry for her.

He was sitting opposite her, leaning his elbow on his knee and supporting his chin with his palm. His transit blue eyes studied her face intently, trying to catch the cause of her condition. He held a cigarette in his other hand, slowly inhaling and exhaling the smoke. Klaus was relatively sober, which was rare in itself, and he was wearing Allison's black fur coat, which made him look even more eccentric.

"What is the reason for our... A holiday?" Klaus asked softly, tilting his head slightly. His voice, usually filled with sarcasm and irony, was serious and attentive this time. He tried to ignore the voices of the dead, which were always whispering somewhere in the background of his mind, in order to fully focus on his friend.

Klaus knew that behind the facade of fun and carelessness, pain and loneliness often hide. He was a living example of that himself. And now, when his friend needed support, he was ready to put aside his usual masks and be with her, real and sincere.

Cigarette smoke slowly rose up, dissolving into the air, and Klaus, without taking his eyes off his friend, waited for her answer. It was important for him to understand what had brought her to this state, and to be there when she needed it most.