"He got hurt. He fell over. And then he was scared to walk. He was scared to see the medical people too. Then he got brave and did it." Klaus frowned, unsure what he even thought about it, it all seemed so illogical. "I'm not sure how he got brave. Does it just happen?"
He raised his hand and touched Barty's hair, feeling it under his fingers and trying to look at it against his pale skin. "Your hair is brown, I think. Like the chairs in the assessment room. Only nicer."
"Your hair feels good. Like a lot. I like it." He wasn't certain he explained it well, but it was nice to touch. Nice to touch Klaus in general. He frowned as he considered what Klaus had asked him. "The way it could work would be if I told you."
Perhaps that was what was supposed to happen. "Don't be scared. Be brave." He petted Klaus's head and looked into his eyes. "Please, darling." He wasn't sure why he used that word, but it seemed fitting.
"Then I'll be brave." He had to be now, right? So he was. God, he hoped it worked. He didn't think he could keep going, he just kept crying and crying and making everyone so angry. He had to be careful and good. He had to be brave.
"Do you think if I'm brave and good, we can play together again?" He wanted to spend time with Barty, he hadn't in ages and he hated it a lot. He looked up at the camera, hoping they heard and took it into account. "I would do it if I could see you more."
"I don't know. They want you to not be scared and I think they might be scared of me." Scared of what he could do, anyway. "Maybe if they think it's useful." And wasn't it useful? He wouldn't want to do anything too bad around Klaus. He wouldn't want to frighten him. Klaus was so sweet somehow. He lowered his voice, speaking just for him. "One day, I will get out and I'll take you with me."
He wasn't even sure what 'out' really was, but he knew it existed.
"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."
"Number One is on inhibitors. He's harmless." Kind of. They were testing the inhibitors on him sometimes, but they didn't trust them. Didn't trust him. Made sense. He had liked killing. "You'll be safe. You're with me." He was determined to keep him like that. "We will be in a house. With windows."
He didn't know a lot of what was out there even theoretically. Houses seemed like a nice idea. Windows even more so. "Don't talk to Number One."
"Was he on them because of what he did to Three?" Klaus asked but he didn't want an answer. It was scary. He didn't know One, he never had the displeasure of being near him but he knew of him and that was unsettling enough. "I don't talk to him. I'm not allowed. I haven't seen him in a long, long time." Not properly, at least.
"I saw out of the window once. In the medical bay. It's just more whiteness." He didn't understand the difference between window to the outside and glass panel in the hallway but in his mind, there was no world beyond here. There was only more and more white. "I don't know what a house is but I know they have windows and stairs."
"They do. And there is green outside. And blue." He was recalling some illustrations in a book he had been shown. Maybe it wasn't the most accurate image, but it was all he had to go on. Barty looked down at Klaus, while he played with his hair. "I can make you sleep. I can make you dream of a house." That seemed like a nice idea. "Then you can tell me all about it when you wake up."
"Only if you promise to make them let us see each other again too. I will beg. I will, I really will." Klaus promised as he curled up in Barty's lap and closed his eyes, smiling a little as he thought of blues and greens in the outside. Something other than white. Everything in this world was white, he craved colours so much. "Can you make me sleep happily? I want to see the house..."
He had no idea what one was so his mind would certainly have fun with that one.
"I promise. I'll always find a way to be with you." Whatever he would have to do to make it happen. "Be happy. Dream of nice things. In a house, just you and me." And Barty was determined to watch over his sleep and to keep whispering into his ear to make sure it would be restful and happy. "Close your eyes. Fall asleep. I'm here and you're with me."
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He raised his hand and touched Barty's hair, feeling it under his fingers and trying to look at it against his pale skin. "Your hair is brown, I think. Like the chairs in the assessment room. Only nicer."
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Perhaps that was what was supposed to happen. "Don't be scared. Be brave." He petted Klaus's head and looked into his eyes. "Please, darling." He wasn't sure why he used that word, but it seemed fitting.
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"Do you think if I'm brave and good, we can play together again?" He wanted to spend time with Barty, he hadn't in ages and he hated it a lot. He looked up at the camera, hoping they heard and took it into account. "I would do it if I could see you more."
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He wasn't even sure what 'out' really was, but he knew it existed.
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"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."
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He didn't know a lot of what was out there even theoretically. Houses seemed like a nice idea. Windows even more so. "Don't talk to Number One."
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"I saw out of the window once. In the medical bay. It's just more whiteness." He didn't understand the difference between window to the outside and glass panel in the hallway but in his mind, there was no world beyond here. There was only more and more white. "I don't know what a house is but I know they have windows and stairs."
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He had no idea what one was so his mind would certainly have fun with that one.
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