[as much as he wants to turn his attention to rhys, holding gaige is top priority. restraining her like this feels so wrong; with the simplest shift of his mind, he can secure her with very little effort, but for some reason, it's as if she'll find a way to break free should he chance looking away.
dante's hand comes down on his shoulder and klaus lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. (there's also tears he'll notice later—) he cranes his neck toward him, expression a mixture of astonishment and confusion, although he knows better than to question help. when it shows up, just keep quiet and accept the assistance, to be frank. after he's absolutely sure dante has a hold on gaige, the pressure ceases the moment he lets go.
then he whips his head in rhys's direction and rushes that way, instantly dropping onto his knees beside him.] Holyfuckingshit, [while he's reaching out, even though he ends up hesitating at rhys's head, cringes and clasps his shoulder instead.]
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dante's hand comes down on his shoulder and klaus lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. (there's also tears he'll notice later—) he cranes his neck toward him, expression a mixture of astonishment and confusion, although he knows better than to question help. when it shows up, just keep quiet and accept the assistance, to be frank. after he's absolutely sure dante has a hold on gaige, the pressure ceases the moment he lets go.
then he whips his head in rhys's direction and rushes that way, instantly dropping onto his knees beside him.] Holyfuckingshit, [while he's reaching out, even though he ends up hesitating at rhys's head, cringes and clasps his shoulder instead.]