"I'll see you tomorrow," Klaus agrees, lips twisted into a small smile, like there's a joke only he's getting. Close enough, there's a date only he will admit they're having. Not the decorating, that's a small price to pay. But the dinner itself? Yes, it's a date.

"You know where to find me, if you need me," he adds, as the smile fades, letting the concern seep into his tone. It matters that she knows she can come to him. If she needs him, or even if she simply wants him.