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[redwinekindofgirl]

['You're gonna hate me', he says, and she feels her heart sink. Damn it, Klaus, what did you do.

But he comes out with it so easily and she wonders if he really thinks she would turn on him so quickly. If he thinks he could do anything, consciously, to make her hate him. It's another layer to add to the things she knows about him. Another piece of the puzzle.

She doesn't let go of his hands, not quite, though her hold on him loosens slightly when he admits what he did.]

Oh. [Julie says, and nothing more than that for a few moments while she processes. While the things Diego said rattle around in her brain. But-- no. He didn't take them. He gave the bottle up, he gave the stash up, he didn't take them and he's sorry and even without hearing the words she can feel it and see it on his face when she finally looks up at meets his eyes.]

I don't hate you. [An easy thing to say. She gives his hands a squeeze and lets them go only to put her arms around him and pull him into a tight hug.] Fucking hell, Klaus, you're such a dumbass... Don't lie to me again, okay?

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[The thing is, almost everyone he's ever cared about has eventually gotten sick of him. Forgiveness isn't a common or plentiful resource in Klaus' world, and it never has been. Maybe saying she's going to hate him is a bit of an exaggeration, but he doesn't expect her to overlook being lied to. It just doesn't make sense.

When her hands go loose in his, he mostly manages to hide how it makes him cringe, but he can't quite, his brows furrow up and his mouth purses and he tries to suck it up in anticipation of her telling him how shitty he is. Because he's shitty, and he knows it. But she just says 'oh' and that she doesn't hate him, but she's letting go of his hands and he cringes again.

Or at least he does until she wraps her arms around him and hugs him, pulls him tight against her, and he's pretty much draping his arms around her shoulders and burying his face into her shoulder. Eyes squeezed tight against the tears, he nods when she calls him a dumbass and asks him not to lie to her again.]

Okay.

[His voice is tiny and a little squeaky and way more than a little pathetic, but he squeezes her, arms trembling.]

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Okay.

[And she doesn't ask him to promise, because she knows the parts of him that she sees herself in and she knows, with the smallest twinge in her chest, that he'll probably lie to her again some time down the line. That maybe, some day, he'll lie about something she won't be able to forgive him for.

But that's 'if's and 'maybe's and not right now, when he's nearly crying into her shoulder and clinging around her small frame like she might float away from him.]

Okay... [She repeats, a low murmur this time, her fingers sliding into the back of his hair and running into the dark curls. The side of her thumb rubs against his scalp, and she presses her cheek to the side of his head.

And maybe walking away is what she should do. Maybe it's what she should do, and should have done so many times already, but she knows even without thinking about it that she couldn't. It isn't in her to walk away from something like this, not when someone needs her, and when her being around could make all the difference.]

Come on, drink the rest of the water. We need to get you down so you can go talk to Diego, right?