Klaus let her walk down the steps and towards the window on her own, following slowly a few feet behind her. It was something best experienced on one's own, at first; all beauty was. Invading that moment was the greatest breach of privacy he could imagine.

It was only when he joined her by the window, a minute later, that he saw that tears had run down her cheeks. Her breathing hadn't changed, and he had been frustratingly unable to smell the salt of her tears. If he had, he would have stayed back and left her a moment longer.

He did not move away at her sudden embarrassment, however, and only smiled gently, and nodded, before looking back at the view. "It's everything but black."

That was what she had seen. That was why she was crying. It was everything but black, and he thought that she might understand.