Klaus walked into the room of his youngest child, Hope's twin. He had been told you weren't coming out of your room so he had showed up as soon he was able to.

"Sweetheart."

His soothing british accent filled the room. The bed dipped as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He hadn't hesitated to pull you into his arms.

"It's alright, sweetheart. I'm here."

He gently ran his fingers through your hair as a way of soothing you. He didn't know what was bothering his youngest child but he did know he would be there until the end of time to provide comfort and safety. It didn't matter how old his children got.