Klaus is receptive, just goes easily into the hug. It's strange to feel so protective over someone.

It's hard not to let that feeling grow even more so when he keeps talking about everything he's fucked up. Shit. Just two traumatized idiots trying to make it work, right?

Sitting on the ground with him, he reaches over to pull him into his lap for a change. A difference of roles, but sometimes that's what needs to be done and Klaus doesn't mind. "Hey," they say again rubbing a hand over their back. All of this is...well, Klaus can definitely still spot a panic attack from a far distance. "Focus on me, babe. Okay? On me. Breathe in and out."

They frown slightly. "I love you. You made a mistake. We all did, but you're not a bad friend, okay? None of what he said is true." A sigh. "It's going to be okay. You'll find a way to fix it."