28. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”
Klaus…Klaus was tired. No, no he was exhausted. He hadn’t slept in forever, and while the ancient 60s drugs were helping, there wasnt enough of it to block them out. The ghosts flashed across his vision every time he closed his eyes and it gave him headaches constantly.
The gunfire didnt do shit, either. Neither did being woken up at 3 in the morning to go out stealthing, or something. Not that he was sleeping anyways, but it was the simple etiquette that he wanted.
It was a quiet day. Not as much gunfire and the troop had seemed to take the day off to enjoy themselves.
Dave and Klaus had gone out to a secluded field where, heaven forbid, their enemies wouldn’t be able to make them easy targets. Klaus hadn’t actually wanted to go out there, but Dave was pretty persuasive, especially after he trailed kisses down his neck, making him physically incapable of speaking anymore.
They sat down in the field, and Klaus began to weave a flower crown for his boyfriend, who sat still and let him measure his head. Klaus could feel the weight of his sleeplessness coming on strong, but he could probably go another 12 hours without sleep. No big deal.
He finished the crown and placed it atop Dave’s head, making the latter smile softly in return.
“You’re pretty quiet today,” Dave hummed. He laced his hand with Klaus’, pecking his cheek quickly. “What’s up?”
Klaus furrowed his brows. “What’s up? I wanna say the sky, but-” Dave laughed.
“You know what I mean, Klaus. You’re not usually this quiet unless something bothering you. Now,” he reached over and pulled Klaus down with him, so that they were lying side by side. “What’s up?”
Klaus felt regret for letting Dave pull him down so easily. Lying down made his brain confused. And tired. So very tired.
He closed his eyes, forgetting that Dave had asked him a question. Ghosts danced across his closed eyes, but he was used to it.
The screaming was new, though. It was loud, and desperate. It hurt his ears and made his headache 1000x worse. He forgot that Dave was beside him, and let a whine out.
It hurts. It hurts.
“Klaus” a muffled voice came through. It was so, so quiet. He almost couldn’t hear it.
“Klaus!” Louder this time. It sounded like Dave, but he couldn’t tell.
His brain eventually figured out that he could open his eyes, and he sat up quickly.
Dave shot up beside him, worry across his face. “Klaus, are you okay?” He asked hurriedly. Dave was a bit of a worrier. He was sensitive, and it didnt take much for him to worry. Klaus hated making him worry.
He wanted to nod his head. He wanted to say that he was fine! Everything was okay here!
But he couldn’t. He didn’t even try. He ducked down and shook his head, feeling his eyes tear up.
There was a moment of silence, Dave staring Klaus tensely, rubbing slow circles on his back. “Klaus…” he started, moving his hand to his boyfriend’s hair. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”
Klaus dreaded the question. He hated people knowing his life wasn’t going good. He had to act as if it was fine. If he was fine.
But he couldn’t lie to Dave. He couldn’t make him worry any more than he already was.
“A long, long time.” He admitted, laying his head to rest on the other’s shoulder. “God, Dave, I’m so tired.”
“Is it the ghosts?” He asked quietly. Klaus told Dave about his powers and the whole ‘time travel’ thing a few weeks before, and he handled it surprisingly well.
Klaus nodded, sniffing. “And everything. I just…It’s too much sometimes.” Dave nodded, standing up.
He held out his hand and lifted Klaus up, planting a deep kiss on his forehead, then cheek, and landing at his lips.
“Come on, let’s go sleep for a bit.”
Klaus didnt have a single nightmare that time.