@imbalanceofpower: 002 — in front of the fireplace, cuddled up under a blanket with a hot drink.
one of the many things tay has learned about klaus is that an alcohol-free hot chocolate is futile. consequently, she now knows his perfect balance, even if it skews to be more whisky than anything else. it's what she brings him now, placing her own mug down on the coffee table.
"let me take her," she says, about a sleeping kat, who is curled up on klaus' chest. "you'll wake her," he argues, despite the fact burning hot liquid and children don't mix well at all. the face she makes says so too. he doesn't give in, regardless. tay settles for sitting down first, and very carefully passing it him herself, and holding it after he takes his first sip.
she reaches over with her free hand, and strokes some of kat's hair away from her face. her voice is soft, and quiet. "she's definitely like you—" less so, whilst she's asleep but tay finds justification anyway, "slightest movement, and she's awake forever." tay punctuates the last word for dramatic effect, even if klaus is considerably better than he used to be.
"you won't have that problem tonight," tay leaves just enough of a pause to let klaus believe it's an innuendo. "because there's enough whisky in your cup for both of us." she watches, like a hawk, as he takes it from her again, and relaxes when it's back in her hand. only then, does she continue, "and i'm making you another, when you put her to bed."
