Klaus paused. His social cues were a little scuppered by the drugs that were somewhere between wearing down and working up again. Apparently he hadn't started off with whatever it was he found in his pocket. He thought he could see things moving. Was pretty sure they weren't living people.
That wouldn't surprise him. So many people died in the trailer park. He'd seen people being taken out in bags more than once since he got here.
He scratched his arms nervously. "You think they're ugly?" Klaus asked, confused and not entirely sure if he understood. Or if they were on the same page. Or having the same conversation.
His head twitched around again, certain there was someone there. "I think there's someone dead here," Klaus murmured, mostly to himself, but if Alex heard then fine. He covered his face with his hands, not really wanting to look, wanting his other drugs to kick in quicker to get rid of them. He had more drugs in his trailer, he just had to find it.
"I need to get home. I don't want to see them." He surprised himself with how close to tears he was over something so stupid, something he'd been dealing with for so long in this way. But Repose was fucking him up.