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This seems foolish to ask after Kol's first impression of us knowing one another, but is that likely to happen? Typically?

And—who are you with? Out of curiosity.

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Oh, dear, you really don't know me, do you?

Is there a nonchalant way of saying, Tim, without welcoming with it any follow up questions?

And, as for Kol.

( After a moment, Clarke is sent a candid shot ...

And after, a follow video attachment is sent.

If Clarke casts it for Kol for when he can have access to it, he'll see Klaus at the window in the room he's currently staying in. )

My dear brother. Clarke is telling the truth, in that we are allies and in this case, friends. Much may have changed from when you remember. Perhaps even years set us apart. Unfortunately, I have no way of knowing from when you've been taken. Nor why. And not a soul knows how. Not yet. I am currently out of town on business but I look forward to when we can see each other face to face. I know you have questions, and naturally so. When you're connected to the network, please look me up. We have much to discuss.

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That you're telling me to not ask questions is what makes me want to ask questions.

[She wouldn't have asked questions otherwise.]

But no, I know a version of you who changed because of your daughter. Insofar as what you've told me.

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I have. You're not mistaken. And with Timothy, I know not. Yet. Nor do I know what he'd wish for you or anyone to know. I believe I'm in uncharted territory, Clarke.

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["Timothy." That's like Emori calling Murphy "John."]

Am I drawing the right conclusions here?

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As I've never been this open with anyone, like this, vocally, I assume.

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So, what's uncharted about it?

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That I'm speaking of It at all. Firstly.

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I assume you usually take these things as they go.

[No emphasis on "take," but Clarke realizes after she sent it that it could be read that way.

Ah well.]

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They hardly go. And when they have - gone as you put it, normally, they take the word to hard. And they are. In some form or the other. It doesn't last.

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Has it started? Does he know this?

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Nothing has started. And he doesn't know this. He wouldn't, because it is not something I speak of. To anyone. I suppose that makes you special.

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The empathy bond is going to complicate your discretion, even if you've been careful.

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I do very well with not making skin-to-skin contact.

( But, she means Ti, doesn't she? )

Maybe there'll come a time where I throw discretion to the wind, and then it will hardly matter. It will be something with which I live. With which we all live.

How do you handle it? Have you been intimate here - even held someone's hand yourself, someone you cared for?

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Things happen. I don't always have a pair of gloves on hand when I treat someone's wound.

But I hold plenty of hands, Klaus. I don't wear gloves, and I know what it means. I've had more time to grow used to it.

Then again, I haven't cared for someone that way. I think if I did, I'd handle it more directly.

[This is where Clarke is ... surprisingly stable? Forthright in a good way?]

I don't mind the people I care for knowing that I care for them. I did when I was younger. I didn't want anyone to know all the anger and grief I had inside of me, even if I was holding on to them and cared about them. But while that grief is still there, I know how I feel for people I care about.

[A pause. A beat.]

I'll have to show you sometime.

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I've never been good at illustrating the care I feel for someone.

And, I admit I tacked on the part about hand-holding. I did mean a deeper intimacy. It is one thing to be physically intimate, it is another to give yourself over to someone who can feel what it is you feel. There is no place to hide, and no lie you can tell yourself.

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It's easier for me to care for someone than to fall in love with them. And in time, I've learned that being able to show someone that I care for them is easier here.

What if you viewed it as a way of bypassing the words? The expression? If I held your hand, I'd be able to show you how I feel about you. That I'm curious and, at times, a touch annoyed, but that I care, too. I don't think you'd be able to feel the parts where I see myself in you, but I wouldn't mind saying that. Like I'm doing now.

It's easier for me to put it to words, but consider this: now you don't have to. It's all in a touch.

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( Klaus puts it into words when it's too late, or when it's wrong. Or, he never does. When has he said the words. He said it to Hope. He loves and cares for hope. He loved Cami. But, a part of him believed he could save her from the darkness she was drawn to. Tim is something else entirely. He's something intriguing and he is so overtly interested but never says a word to express that. It's as if Klaus is the pursued, but emotionally. And even then, barely.

As it is, Clarke as a point and being one of Klaus' closest friends, he realizes just how much he's told her and is telling her. Especially something such as this. )

You have a way with words, Clarke.

Thank you.