I do what I waaaaant.

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Caroline didn't have much preamble when she walked into their suite, a bottle in her hand. "We need to talk, and you need a drink." She moved to pour him one without hesitation, looking back at him over her shoulder. She knew that the last thing he'd wanted to do was go to the party, and while she'd wanted to try and get out because even with his sort of not-super-overwhelming questions, she's been avoiding the answers, the times that she's actually not just straight up changed the subject.

Which, he's not exactly been super communicative, either. It'd been a lot of both of them totally ignoring the matters at hand. Now, though? Now things were different. Now, she was home, and she looked fantastic, if you asked her, and she was going to pour him a drink (in fact, she had, and was holding it out to him) and they were going to talk and then things could somehow maybe go back to normal a little.

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"Being- I know I'm shallow, and I'm- I know I'm immature and-" It's hurting her, everything he's doing, and she still doesn't understand. "I- we weren't going to- I know it's- I can try to not... not be-- me." Her eyes were shiny, and she shook her head. "I- I know that there's a lot of things that I have to do."

She stared at him, and her brows furrow, her voice raw as she still tries not to cry, her hands fisted at her sides. "I know I shouldn't have mentioned it."

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"And what does that say about me," Klaus wonders out loud, moving over to what's left of the Connemara, picking the bottle up and heading for the liquor cabinet to pick a lowball, and pour himself a glass, "that I'm with such a shallow and immature little girl."

It doesn't sound like it's meant to hurt anymore, but it is, in the way he makes it sound like a random musing, like something he's actually wondering, like these are his actual thoughts.

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She feels like she's been slapped. "I- I don't know," she stammered, and she's crying, even though she doesn't want to be doing it.

"I- I need- I'm going to go," she says, her voice was barely audible. "I never should have brought it up." She was in her pajamas, she didn't have any shoes on, or her communicator, but she just took a step back from him. "I don't know- If you think that- I don't know why-" And she doesn't understand, when he was so different earlier. When he had been talking, for the first time, to say he loved her.

It was, she supposed, because she'd been upset. Because she'd talked about not knowing if she'd been dying, which he obviously had thought was just something she needed to get over. "I- I guess I'll- I need to go." She did, not knowing what else to say. If there was anything else she can say.

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"I'm not holding you back," Klaus tells her, turning back to her with a sardonic smile, before he takes a sip of the whiskey.

It's better that way. It has to be, because it's the only thing he can do.

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"Obviously," she says thickly as she leaves, her heart in her throat as she walks out of their suite.

"I'll see you around," she says as a sort of please, please stop me thing, even though she knows he's not going to, even though he's made himself so incredibly clear on his feelings.