Klaus’ eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his wrist, only to see the plastic bracelet still there. Cursing to himself, he snapped it away before throwing it behind his shoulder without a care in the world. Like he wasn’t littering.

He hesitated for a second; would you be mad at him? Of course you would. He had swore to you that he would stop drugs, going to rehab and all that shit multiple times. And multiple times, you trusted and believed him.

But here he was; freshly out again, holding a bouquet of flower in his hand and in front of your door. To say it was nerves-wrecking would be an understatement.

Biting on his nails, he finally knocked on the door and waited until you opened, which you did. Klaus had thought you’d maybe ignore him, but how could he think that when you were always there for him? No matter what.

He immediately lifted the flowers as he saw your face. “Hey— Here I am, back again! Before you say anything, I know, I’m an ass.” he grimaced, feeling guilt but also just wanted to hug you.