“I don’t even know if we’d be allowed a greenhouse. But it sounds nice. I was telling SecUnit we deserved a cat that was just a cat so we could hold it when we were feeling sad.” Or like whenever probably. Klaus just wants a cat. Or a pet. Any pet. As long is it’s okay with being held and dealing with his emotional bullshit sometimes.

The hand on their hair makes their eyes close for a moment and they make a small contented noise. “Okay. I’ll figure it out somehow. We will.”