"Oh, well. That's reassuring," Klaus says as Lan Wangji magics their front door open. Who knows how many people in this city can do that? Why even lock the damn thing at all?

Not important. He's still being held by a man who, before today, would flinch away from nearly every casual, friendly touch that Klaus ever tried to give him. Special circumstances, he supposes.

"There's a hole in my chest, so yeah," Klaus replies to the question, but he shakes his head at the offer to heal him. Lan Wangji didn't bring him back from the dead Klaus did that all by himself, somehow, and he kind of wants to see how it plays out. "Just put me on the floor. I don't want to fuck up the couch."