"I'm sorry."
He lifted a brow in confusion. "What for?"
"I, uh..." I indicated the plate. "My messy eating."
He chuckled. “There's no need to be sorry for that. Between you and me, Klaus is a messier eater.”
“That's a terrible lie.” Klaus walked up to us. “I'm more put together than that.”
"C-can we quit talking about my eating skills?" I asked timidly.
"Sure. There are better thing to discuss, after all." As he said that, Klaus looked at his brother. "Well?"
They had a look exchanging contest for a few seconds before Kieran sighed. “Fine, fine.”
“Is everything alright?" I looked at them worriedly.
“Oh no, yeah. Everything's fine.” Klaus had folded his arms. “It's nothing big.”
"We...we're going to have to ask you to run away from here," Kieran said.
"Um..."
"I wanted to person
