Klaus woke up late the next day, his eyes fluttering open to a slightly familiar room.
Slowly, he sat up, meeting Vincent's blank gaze from the corner of the room. He glanced around but saw no sign of Morticia.
"She's home with my mother," Vincent clarified, sensing Klaus's confusion. "So Ava won't suspect anything and make Josephine worry."
"Oh," Klaus muttered, and a long silence settled between them.
"How is she?" Klaus finally asked, breaking the stillness.
Vincent raised a brow.
"I know you're mad at me, bruh. I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Klaus said. "I planned to once you got back, and I never meant for you to find out like that."
Another heavy pause hung in the air before Vincent spoke. "I'm not sorry for hitting you. But I'm sorry for not being there sooner."
Klaus studied
