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[He snorts at the admonishment toward the dogs (that somehow seems to double as a compliment to him). The sudden shift of Spike's position makes Klaus sit up a little more, watching as he deals with the sudden foaming beer. Once he's settled again, Klaus leans into him some more.

He blows a raspberry at that idea.] I'm not a snitch, no worries there.

[He tilts his head up to look at Spike, though the angle is awkward for how he's leaned against him.] How close were we before? Was it like best friend territory? Something else?

[ Spike's sly like that when he wants to say something nice to somebody. I trust you not to be a snitch is pretty much the highest compliment he can offer to anybody. Or even just simply I trust you. ]

We were roommates. [ Which isn't even close to an answer. ] We hung out a lot and fooled around sometimes but it wasn't like we talked about feelings or had some kind of commitment.

[ And yet that implied I trust you belies a deeper level of feeling than he was ever ready or able to admit. Where Klaus was a raw nerve, Spike was a callous. They found a place they could meet. ]

Mmm... so close. [That's his takeaway from the whole thing, anyway. He likes the idea of it, really. He can't really explain it, but there was somehow this almost instant ease around Spike. He wonders if that's how it was before, too. He doesn't ask this time, though. He doesn't want to compare too much from then and now. He's not really that worried about it. For all he can tell so far, Spike doesn't mind that he's not the same Klaus from before, so he figures he shouldn't worry too much about it, either.

Plus, the guy is letting him lean all over him. Klaus really can't hate people who him invade their personal space. He craves connection in all its forms.

His head drops onto Spike's shoulder, almost like a punctuation to the thought.] Sounds nice.

[He's comfortable here in a way he can't be at the hotel right now, between everything with his sister, her weird friends reporting everything about him they see back to her. Everything's so messy there right now. But there's nothing messy or complicated about this.]

[ Spike shrugs because close, to him, is relative. And ultimately, it doesn't matter that much. Whatever he had with Klaus before is at best a stepping stone past some of the initial chitchat of a friendship. But who knows, without those memories this guy could hate his guts. ]

Yeah. There's worse things.

[ Which is to say, he's going to be noncommittal. Pressuring somebody into a friendship is not really his style. Although, he will make the offer explicit. ]

You know. The hotel's kind of a drag. We got three extra bedrooms here, and my dogs like you. If you wanted to see if the magic's still there, or whatever.

[So far, so good, and there isn’t any sign of a single reason Klaus might just really not like Spike. Lucky him, hm?]

I know all about worse. [He purses his lips with the thought.

But those features shift into something like a truly caught off-guard sort of shock. It is quite the offer, even if Klaus isn’t sure if it’s meant as a general come on, an invitation for a roll in the sheets or something more long-term like suddenly being roommies is absolutely on the table, now.

There’s the most obvious shock in the expression but something else the tiniest bit softer just around his eyes, a subtle and hidden sort of being overwhelmed by the acceptance he has already found here.]

Tempting... [He Huns thoughtfully.] but is the offer just for tonight, or...?

[ More like lucky Klaus, considering the usual fate of people who get too close to Spike. (Protip: don't join the mob if you want to have friends who aren't mobsters.)

Spike frowns and tilts his head side to side. ]

We got along pretty good before. The place is way too big for just the two of us, even with the dogs. So yeah. If you like it, you're welcome to just stay here.

[He looks over at Spike, a ghost of a smile on his lips. He wonders if the other man understands what an offer like this even means to him. Because it's a lot.]

Thanks, Spike... um-- [His eyes drop and he's fidgeting suddenly. The truth is, he doesn't feel like he can take that offer, no matter how much he wants to.] it's just- my sister's here and... I have some things I need to sort out with her, yanno? But... [He looks back up at him again, a cautious look in his eyes.] I mean, if you really don't mind an occasional third roomie crashing in another room... I could take you up on that sometimes.

[ It doesn't seem like a lot to Spike. Most people he's lived with never asked, they just moved in. He was kicked out of the Bebop more times than he can remember, even if Jet let him come back after he cooled off. The weird thing is to actually invite somebody in. But the hotel sucks. Being tailed sucks.

He shrugs at the concern over Klaus' sister because that is an aspect of life he has no experience in whatsoever, so you do you, dude. ]

Not at all. That's basically how Faye and I started living together before we ended up here.

[Little things go a long way with Klaus, buddy.]

Awesome.

[He grins. This may have started because he knew a different version of him, but he feels like Spike could really be a good friend to him. He'll shoot the shit with Spike for awhile, watching whatever's on tv. Eventually, he passes out in a bit of a slump against his new friend.]

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