Don't.

Klaus thinks this, hurt and helpless, while Stefan's firm hand clutches his heart.

Please, Stefan. Don't.

He wishes he could speak aloud. But his voice has already betrayed him so he's staring into Stefan's green eyes and wants, no, wills him, to stop.

To understand.

Understand all these deep and infuriating feelings he has for him. Understand that him, Klaus, would never truly hurt Stefan, even if he wanted to. Understand these ninety years during which was Klaus wandering around the world and thinking about Stefan every single day.

Stefan, his friend. His inspiration. His true curse. His lov…

Don't.