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Point of View: Klaus

He was unsure of whether or not to approach her. Caroline was reading a book, with a duvet wrapped tightly around her. She seemed engrossed, or maybe she was completely out of it; she was in her own little world either way.

It had been three days since they had returned home from Las Vegas together. She had slept for most of the flight. When they got in, she crawled into bed, and despite the several hours of sleep she had had on the plane, fell asleep instantly. She only stirred when he too had got into bed later that night, pressing herself against him, intertwining their fingers and nuzzling his neck. She had held onto him tightly that night.

But, she had showed no sign of emotion since then. She had gotten over this far too quickly, it was not like her. Caroline felt grief and regret and pain like few others Klaus had known over the years. He had considered calling Elijah, an expert on feeling pain and grief, what with his sometimes tedious preference for humanity. She had ripped the heart out of the first boy she had ever loved, to save him. She should have been suffering, but instead, she was gazing absently at a book.

"Caroline," he said quietly. "are you okay?"

She looked up, confused. "Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

Klaus opened his mouth, then closed it again. Was this denial? A thought struck him. He could have hit himself for not thinking of it before.

"I love you." he said sweetly.

She beamed. "I love you too." Her smile was irresistible. And real. He sighed with relief. She hadn't turned her humanity switch off.

"What is it?" she said, closing her book at looking at him. He said nothing, confused. "You're loitering, you're fidgeting, which means you're frustrated and you want to say something."

"I want to know why you're okay with... this."

She paused before speaking. "If I moped and cried for three months every time someone died in this town, I'd never stop."

"But it was Tyler," he pressed on. "and you killed him."

"And he is dead, as opposed to you." she said simply. "How could I ever possibly feel sad over saving you?"

She had, not for the first time, rendered him speechless. She shook her head at him, standing up and wrapping the duvet around his shoulders. "I told you, when I left Tyler, I was doing it save you. So why wouldn't I?"

"But Caroline, you're not feeling anything!"

"I am! I'm sad, so sad. I feel guilty and worried and I keep wondering if I did the right thing, but at the end of the day, I saved the man I love." She rested a hand on his cheek. "And I will never, ever regret that."

Klaus hadn't felt what he felt in that moment in more years than he wanted to count. He wasn't even sure what it was called. He just knew that he was looking into the beautiful eyes of a person who had made a sacrifice for him in a split second and it had been done entirely for him. The eyes of a woman who loved him for who he was. And he loved her back.

He had heard what Caroline was like as a human; insecure, competitive, verging on neurotic. But he only saw a loving, caring, loyal girl, fierce as Rebekah, honourable as Elijah, and so much smarter than Klaus himself. He chucked to himself at this.

She smiled at him.

Oh, that smile. That beautiful smile.

Impulse clouded his vision for a split second. Just long enough to create one crazy idea. Not long enough to consider the consequences.

"We should get married."

Caroline did a double take. Klaus winced at his own lack of logic; what if she said no? Where did that leave them? Would she hate him? How could she marry him, everyone she knew hated him. They wanted to kill him. Had he ruined everything they had with this careless slip-

The feeling of Caroline's lips on his freed him from his train of thought. She was kissing him. She didn't hate him. She was really kissing him. He slipped a hand in her hair, taking her hand in the other.

They stayed there for a long moment, just savouring each other. When they broke apart, he rested his forehead on hers.

"Okay."

Klaus opened his eyes. "What?"

"Yes, I will marry you." She was beaming in the most delightful of ways at him, happiness glistening in her eyes like diamonds.

He grinned like some stupid school boy, picking her up and spinning her round. She screamed in excitement, wrapping her legs around his waist. She kissed him once more.

"I think it's time to celebrate this the only way we know how..." she whispered into his neck.

He grinned, pulling her closer. "I agree."

"I'll go break open the double choc chip."