Klaus feels a wave of warm relief wash through him, and he knows that she's a little drunk, or maybe more than a little, but it still feels so genuine, this kiss, cupping her face with one hand again, the other one wrapping more snugly around hers, and it feels like his heart is beating too strongly for his chest, like it might implode any moment. "Spend the night," he offers, when he pulls back and rests his forehead against hers, opening his eyes to look into hers. "Spend the night, and we can talk, or we can sleep, or we can just lie there and be."