Oh. The idea and feeling and realization of that one word is practically tangible in the air between them as it clicks that everything he'd just ranted about was not... really what she meant, at all. He doesn't really care, though, because he'd still stand by it. Dad had as good as forced Vanya's hand-- the tell-all book, latching onto the first guy to show her ten seconds of attention and ignoring any sign that he wasn't quite right, the massive explosion of emotions that led to...everything else in the end. It was as good as orchestrated by their father's hand, and it makes Klaus sick to think about it.
"He didn't like he couldn't control you the way he could the rest of us, maybe? I-I dunno, Vanya... none of us can answer tha--" The words die on his tongue as he realizes how stupidly ironic it is that he, of all people, is even daring to try and say that. Sure, he, personally, could not answer that, but-- "I mean, I- maybe I could try... but--" He runs a hand down his face. "It took nearly dying to talk to him last time, so I don't know if..." He mouth moves wordlessly for the shortest of seconds, "I mean- I could try to ask him..." He doesn't want to, exactly, but if it's the kind of answer that might help her, it might be worth it.
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Date: 2019-04-16 05:14 am (UTC)The idea and feeling and realization of that one word is practically tangible in the air between them as it clicks that everything he'd just ranted about was not... really what she meant, at all. He doesn't really care, though, because he'd still stand by it. Dad had as good as forced Vanya's hand-- the tell-all book, latching onto the first guy to show her ten seconds of attention and ignoring any sign that he wasn't quite right, the massive explosion of emotions that led to...everything else in the end. It was as good as orchestrated by their father's hand, and it makes Klaus sick to think about it.
"He didn't like he couldn't control you the way he could the rest of us, maybe? I-I dunno, Vanya... none of us can answer tha--" The words die on his tongue as he realizes how stupidly ironic it is that he, of all people, is even daring to try and say that. Sure, he, personally, could not answer that, but-- "I mean, I- maybe I could try... but--" He runs a hand down his face. "It took nearly dying to talk to him last time, so I don't know if..." He mouth moves wordlessly for the shortest of seconds, "I mean- I could try to ask him..." He doesn't want to, exactly, but if it's the kind of answer that might help her, it might be worth it.