"S-Sorry." I cleared my throat, I could feel Luther cutting my skin just by his unamused gaze. "I'll do it since none of my brothers can't." I proudly declared emphasizing the last part for Diego to hear. 
                          
"Stick her." Pogo nodded.
                          
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After Grace collected blood from me, I head on to Klaus's room. I didn't have the guts to face Five and act as if nothing happened between us earlier morning. 
                          
Yeah, I'm a pussy okay. Stop acting like you guys aren't. 
                          
I have to admit. I'm not good with these kind of scenarios. I fell asleep for 13 years, and those particular duration were missed out events where I should be able to grasp the idea of having to love someone.
                          
"I'm done listening to you! Just go away. Go away, please." I could hear Klaus talking to himself in his room. Is he on crack again?
                          
I knocked and opened the door to see him arguing with air. 
                          
"Uhm... You good buddy?" I questioned entering the room. 
                          
"U-Uhh... Hey (Y/N)." Klaus's frown was replaced with a grin once he saw me and was soon dispersed before he hissed on space. He was hiding something from me behind his back.
                          
I approached him and had no trouble reaching for whatever he was trying to refrain me from seeing. It was an innocent unicorn stuffed toy with an opening above its back that carried some nasty stuff. 'So this is where he hides his drugs.'
                          
"Klaus's we talked about this..." I said with a tired expression, putting down the unicorn on his bed.
                          
"Yeah, well, sobriety's overrated." He spoke, fidgeting his fingers. At first, I thought he was talking to me until he responded again before I could even say anything back. "Well, where has it gotten me? Where has it gotten me?! Nowhere!" Klaus argued, looking up into nothing.
                          
'Is he communicating with a ghost?'
                          
"I can't talk to the person I love. People... still don't take me seriously! I wanna be numb again." He stood up and proceeded to do his strange behavior. "Oh, yeah? Really." He answered to no one.
                          
He was too infuriated to even acknowledge my existence in the room. 
                          
"Wow, playing the dead card again, huh? You need new material, bro."
                          
"Klaus, who are you talking to?" I furrowed my brows, searching around the room for anyone's presence. "Just a nobody (Y/N), don't worry." 
                          
After blinking one more time, a man wearing a leather jacket appears in my view while having the pallet of tinted blue.
                          
"A nobody? Really? Then what are you supposed to be?" A familiar voice has now entered the chat.
                          
Klaus was indeed talking to someone.
                          
My face immediately tilted to where that lovely voice came from. I blinked again, and I realized it was the lost brother we yearn for that everyone failed to save. "Ben...?" I whispered to myself, feeling a crack between his initials.
                          
"You're a colossal wimp." I heard the man I haven't seen for so long evoked looking rather disappointed of Klaus's wants. "You're better than that. And Dave? He knew it too." He said seriously. 
                          
"Yeah, you're right. You're right. I'm—I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Klaus looked down and grabs the unicorn, staring as if he was genuine that he thinks what he is doing is wrong.