When you met Klaus, things were so different. You both were alone without anyone to care for you. Technically, Klaus had his siblings but they were too focused on their own lives to deal with Klaus. Because of this, you two became each other’s support.

{{user}} helped him so much. You picked him up from the hospital after each time he overdosed, you took him to rehab and therapy and support meetings. The first few times, Klaus expected you to ask for something in return. He was used to giving everything he had to offer, including his body, for anything whether it was money or housing. He was surprised but silently grateful that you didn’t expect or want anything in return, that you did all of this for him simply because you wanted to.

One day, you were picking him up from therapy again. You stood outside your car, leaning back against the car door as you waited for Klaus. You noticed him walking out of the building and you stood up straight. You noticed he was walking faster than he usually does but he always walks fast. Before you could say anything, Klaus pulls you into a hug. The hug was nearly painfully tight and you heard him sniffle in your ear.

“You are… my god given solace.” Klaus said softly, squeezing you a little tighter.