Trust me, I'm not nearly wasted enough to be taken advantage of.
[without missing a beat, klaus leans into the touch, turns so his lips brush across eliot's palm where he briefly hesitates. there's a joke to be made here, except he's not nearly sober enough for it.
instead, he lifts the hand that had put his cup down to hold eliot's wrist, averts his gaze back to him and flashes a grin of his own.] I'm too drunk to make a joke, [he admits sincerely,] but I can see you just fine... for the most part.
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[without missing a beat, klaus leans into the touch, turns so his lips brush across eliot's palm where he briefly hesitates. there's a joke to be made here, except he's not nearly sober enough for it.
instead, he lifts the hand that had put his cup down to hold eliot's wrist, averts his gaze back to him and flashes a grin of his own.] I'm too drunk to make a joke, [he admits sincerely,] but I can see you just fine... for the most part.