Klaus gives him a look. "No. I made that choice on my own because I love you. I wasn't going to let someone else kill you and yeah, I hate it, but like...shit's going to happen here, okay? You can't make me do anything I don't want to." Okay, that's mostly a lie because he's done a lot of things that he didn't want to bring that up. "I know."

They roll their eyes. "I don't think we need to have a 'who had it worse' conversation. It's not really helpful, is it?" They make a small noise at the shoulder nom. "Yeah. I get it, babe. I do." But he hates that this is how he feels.

"Wow. So rude." But he's still so cute. "You're cute and when we get time alone tonight...I..." They look momentarily uncertain. "I think maybe...umm...you know. Something a little more romantic maybe? The possible wholesomeness of it will be off set by us being in a public place where someone could walk in on us."