[in a streak of very un-Klaus like kindness, he's been careful not to push anything too quickly, sensing that maybe his ideas of acceptable breaches of personal space and the amount of necessary time passed before you can ask someone if they're down to make out are maybe a little different from Josh's.

he's just getting a little. antsy.]

Not at all, thanks ever so much for asking.

[spotting Josh's fiddling, Klaus sweeps the blanket out of his hands, and throws it over them both instead. if he'd been patient, it would have happened anyway as a sweet gesture, but Klaus has never known how to be anything close.]

So what were you dreaming about? Before I woke you up. Assuming you have dreams.