"Maybe. I would like that a lot." He yawned loudly and closed his eyes, feeling so safe and comfortable in Barty's arms, he could have just fallen asleep. For the first time in a long time. He sighed and jerked himself up, scrubbing his hands over his face. He was not wasting his time with Barty like that.

"Did you know number three is dead?" Klaus whispered quietly. Then he huffed out a small, sad laugh. "Number one got him. He told me to be careful. You should be too."