Klaus frowns at that slightly. "Hey now. That's my emotional support coping mechanism." Downplaying shit is a fucking skill.
But the hand is like...totally not expected. But does he really count as a man anyway? It's a very non-binary whatever going on here. Still, they're just gonna casually take her hand since it's a touch with permission situation.
"I never know where to start this stuff. Uh...I guess my powers. I used to be able to see ghosts, talk to them, control them, use them in fights or whatever, and apparently banish them, but I never knew how to do that till like when I found out about dying over and over being a power." There's a shrug. "I see them how they die. I never actually liked it. Dad used to lock me in a mausoleum when I was little. To get me used to the ghosts and make me stop being...you know...I guess a scared little bitch. It didn't work, though."
Obviously. "Now I'm claustrophobic. And still scared of ghosts, so. Woops." He shrugs. "So like that trope of 'the two people won't talk to each other until they're locked in a room together' is basically my nightmare. In case something ever happens. Like...please don't. Small spaces I can get out of? I can deal. I know I'll get out of them. If I'm trapped? Bad deal. Even worse when you're tied to a chair and shut up in a closet and the drugs are wearing off and there's ghosts vying for your attention and you're having a panic attack." They shudder as they think about it.
"But that wasn't Dad for once. That was just...these guys Five used to work with that kidnapped me and tortured me for like 10 hours." A beat. "It's fine, though. I popped a boner while they were strangling me and they got uncomfortable real fast." He'd say that's free advice, but...probably not useful to anyone else.
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But the hand is like...totally not expected. But does he really count as a man anyway? It's a very non-binary whatever going on here. Still, they're just gonna casually take her hand since it's a touch with permission situation.
"I never know where to start this stuff. Uh...I guess my powers. I used to be able to see ghosts, talk to them, control them, use them in fights or whatever, and apparently banish them, but I never knew how to do that till like when I found out about dying over and over being a power." There's a shrug. "I see them how they die. I never actually liked it. Dad used to lock me in a mausoleum when I was little. To get me used to the ghosts and make me stop being...you know...I guess a scared little bitch. It didn't work, though."
Obviously. "Now I'm claustrophobic. And still scared of ghosts, so. Woops." He shrugs. "So like that trope of 'the two people won't talk to each other until they're locked in a room together' is basically my nightmare. In case something ever happens. Like...please don't. Small spaces I can get out of? I can deal. I know I'll get out of them. If I'm trapped? Bad deal. Even worse when you're tied to a chair and shut up in a closet and the drugs are wearing off and there's ghosts vying for your attention and you're having a panic attack." They shudder as they think about it.
"But that wasn't Dad for once. That was just...these guys Five used to work with that kidnapped me and tortured me for like 10 hours." A beat. "It's fine, though. I popped a boner while they were strangling me and they got uncomfortable real fast." He'd say that's free advice, but...probably not useful to anyone else.