Klaus wasn't sure he'd be able to survive going through anything like Vietnam a second time. He was never meant to be a soldier and yet he'd been pulled into a war that was too far in the past for him to have had any real connection to - but it was all real to him, he could still remember the smell of it, the stink of heat and sweat and shit and blood and gun powder and all of it and it made him want to be sick.
He nodded as Bill hoped for him, he wanted it to be true, needed it to be true.
And when Bill pressed a kiss to his neck he let his eyes close for just a moment as he basked in that easy kind of affection. And Bill's easy words that he belonged there. "Feels good here," He confessed. Not just right here in this immediate moment, but in town too. In this place. Which maybe should have bothered him, they had the world to save, he needed to find the rest of his siblings, but here with Ben and with Bill and with the others that had become his friends? It felt good. And it felt like a place he managed to fit.
There was surprise though on his face when Bill offered him his wand. Klaus wasn't certain that he should take it, that it was right or even safe. It wasn't a gun or the kind of weapon he saw used most often, in fact he'd seen it used far more simply as Bill moved through his day than he ever had as any sort of weapon, but he'd seen in Vegas the way Bill used it to fight. And now here he was offering it to Klaus. His eyes moved back and forth for a few long and drawn out moments from the offered handle and Bill's face before he reached out for it - trusting. "I - don't know what to do."