“Headed for the gallows?” Klaus chuckled nervously, staring into the pound, for he did not wish to look directly into his closest friends eyes and lie to him. “Oh, no, no. I had felt a simple… itch on my face and I saw fit to clear it. It won’t be proper to go to my… my… my.” He swallowed, and it was as if he had eaten rocks, for his throat felt so heavy and it had never felt heavy before. The pain in his throat, it was harsher, stronger, more gutwrenching than any fists his father had given him or any wounds he had inflicted upon himself, and he tried not to show it. He stood firm, gave a soft smile that he tried to make reach his eyes. 'I and Miss. Ellis wedding. It’s not proper to let a girl kiss an unfreshened kiss, is that not right?" He followed his words by a slight laughter that felt all too false. “But I promise you, Teddy, I’m alright in all sense of the word. I just like the water.”
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@novella - Lydia