Bill had learned from his mother how to be welcoming, but while he'd taken that on board he wasn't quite so forceful in his affection. There was an easy goingness to him, he made cookies but he didn't force you to eat twelve before you were allowed to stop. The house smelled like warm spices and Bill knew there was something bothering the other man and he wanted to soothe him in all the best ways that he knew how.
They kissed and it was slow and gentle, two incredibly tactile people reacquainting themselves with each other.
"I was truly in my last days," Bill agreed with him. "But we don't need to worry now," he added as he slid his wand free from where it was tucked against the small of his back to shower them in gold sparks. He was back. But that wasn't what Klaus was here for and Bill invited him in deeper with a hand that started on his lower back but ended up on his arse. "Sit, I'll grab the tea."