“What do your daughters being mortal have to do with you dating?” Klaus asks with a laugh, “Besides, I think I’ve witnessed you multitask on more than one occasion.” Klaus couldn’t even imagine being in Caroline’s shoes, being married one day and widowed the very same day sounded traumatizing all on it’s own. So he couldn’t exactly blame her for putting her love life on pause. Especially when he had lost Camille, all he wanted to do was shut down and they weren’t even married. Taking the woman in before him, Klaus pretends to think about her question before a small smile breaks out, “You know I would.” There was no use in denying it, Caroline wasn’t a woman you could just look over and think nothing of. It surprised even Klaus himself when he was so drawn to her when he first saw her, with all the walls he’s built up over time. Bringing the mug to his lips, Klaus took a sip and let the hot substance burn down his throat, soothing what was once sore with all the yelling he’s been doing. “Can’t blame me, can you?” He hums with a soft laugh. “Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I wasn’t good enough to find peace. Having Elijah with me comforted that.” One of Klaus’ biggest fears was being alone, and wherever he went played right into that. “Whatever was waiting for us, we’d face it together. Guess I’m kind of glad he wasn’t there, maybe he found peace.” Maybe that was why he hasn’t shown up yet either. “I wouldn’t ask that of you, Caroline. And I’m not sure any witches, let alone a coven would help me either. I’m sure they were all parading around the city after my death.” He forces a chuckle to emit. “At first it was dark, nothing and no one around. Just me and the endless pit of black. I’m not sure how long I was there, but then I was thrown into this world that just played out all my worst fears. I was powerless there. Mikael was there, constantly chasing me and constantly catching me. I felt everything. Every hit… every stab and I couldn’t do anything. When he wasn’t there, everyone I ever came to care about was and I couldn’t move as I watched them die over and over again.” Klaus leant his weight against the counter, emerald hues fixated on the tea. “There was one time that Hope appeared, and she was so scared of me. Just..– crocodile tears streaming down her cheeks as she begged for me to stop.” His grip tightened a fraction on the counter as his throat closes up, “I didn’t know what she was talking about, or why she was so scared of me because I’d never hurt her. But there… I – I killed my daughter.”
“First dates would just mean less time with them or trying to track down how to save them.” What was four or five years until they were 22 or god she hoped 80 until they 100, in the face of a possible forever. It was an excuse of course, but it was one she needed to keep up with while she nursed her heart from each of the breaks. “I think he did, I know he must have.” She tried assuring him, though her contact with the elder Mikaelson had always been minimal, funny enough he’d always intimidated her more than Klaus. But when she told him of Klaus’ plan in the end he’d done something about it and the way he’d always chose to stand faithfully beside the people he loved spoke volumes. He deserved peace as payment. At his next words however she couldn’t help but give him a bemused look, while witches may loathe him she had her fair share who adored her. Not to mention copious amounts of research at her hands and a Bennett which who’d raised the dead before. If she cracked open that hidden truth of the way she felt for him, of all the quiet words that fell between them to her best friend she was certain maybe she’d take pity on her and help. “You wouldn’t have too, I’d do it anyway. I wasn’t lying when I said that you’re worth it to me Klaus.” He was worth being cared about, worth wanting to have been met even with how he tore up pieces of her life in his wake. The blonde took another sip as he spoke angling her body closer as he leaned against the counter reaching out to run the back of her knuckles softly against his arm. “That must have been terrifying.” She wished she could say it wasn’t real or true, because though that was true he still had to live through it as if it were. “You would never actually choose to hurt her.” She agreed quietly giving him room to keep talking because that’s what she wanted. “I kept her close, she’s my assistant. There’s no one in the world that loves or idolises you more.” Caroline thought it maybe helped, having her around. Someone in the school who didn’t speak poorly of him despite everything. Someone who saw those pieces of humanity, saw him die good for all of his title as ‘The Great Evil’. Something that still annoyed her. “She is alive Klaus. What you did was for her, and your sacrifice gave her life. That’s real.”