Klaus was calm in the way the eye of a hurricane was calm. It was a sort of dissonant tranquility that didn't quite fit. Dark clouds loomed on his proverbial horizon.
And then Klaus had his own switch flipped. Bewilderment turned to sincere concern. A huge hand clasped Melek's shoulder as though to reassure him. And... were those tears sparkling in the corner of his eyes? Surely not. It must have been the way the light hit his glasses.
...No.
No, those were actual tears.
"You poor man," Klaus assuaged, his aura of good intentions burning like the sun. "Mr Shudder will surely have something back at the hotel."
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And then Klaus had his own switch flipped. Bewilderment turned to sincere concern. A huge hand clasped Melek's shoulder as though to reassure him. And... were those tears sparkling in the corner of his eyes? Surely not. It must have been the way the light hit his glasses.
...No.
No, those were actual tears.
"You poor man," Klaus assuaged, his aura of good intentions burning like the sun. "Mr Shudder will surely have something back at the hotel."