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When the news first started spreading and passed through those personnel of the 4077th who paid attention to these things, nobody thought to take word to Corporal O'Reilly - what did Radar care about the death of some eccentric billionaire halfway around the world?

It wasn't until Colonel Potter - the only man in the unit who knew Radar's actual surname - overheard a conversation in the mess tent several hours after the news had broken that anybody realised just how much he would care.

Which was how Radar found himself signed off on compassionate leave in less than a day and whisked away on a flight home before he even really got a chance to say goodbye to anybody, before he even got a chance to call home and let them know he was coming.

It's late by the time he gets home, or at least it's dark out, he's not sure what time it actually is because he's fresh off a 14 hour flight and he's gone through so many timezones he barely knows what day it is, let alone time. He drops his duffel bag by the stairs and fidgets nervously with the hem of his fatigues as he moves towards the study.

"Hello? Anybody home?"

Date: 2021-01-25 11:04 pm (UTC)
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Klaus was in the kitchen, rifling through the fridge for leftovers. His little trip to the pawnshop with whatever bits and bobs he had left in his pockets after Luther's shakedown had taken longer than he expected. Well, to be honest, he hadn't exactly been expecting a homecooked meal from dear old mom -- but lo and behold, it looked like she had put away enough leftovers for anyone who apparently didn't make it to the dinner table.

He would probably be touched by the gesture if a) he was a little less high, and b) he didn't know Grace was a robot. Kind of took the warm fuzzy feeling out of things when you thought about it (unless you were Diego).

He had just dug out a bowl of mashed potatoes and a spoon when he heard a familiar voice calling out through the house. For a second he considered just ignoring it in favor of the mashed potatoes. He wasn't the only one in the house, one of their other siblings could deal with the meet and greet. He'd had a big day, after all! He thought he deserved a little peace and quiet and mashed potatoes.

But Ben was giving him a sullen look from his seat on the kitchen counter. Klaus was just high enough that Ben was more subdued and less talkative than usual -- or maybe he was just moody? Who knew. But that look said more than probably ten lectures about family and whatever. So Klaus heaved a dramatic sigh, cradling the massive bowl of mashed potatoes to his chest, and wandered out of the kitchen and towards the voice, knowing Ben was trailing after him. He found his brother fidgeting, heading for the study.

How long had it been since he had seen Walter...? Definitely longer than it had been since he last saw Diego, but probably not longer than he had last seen Allison. Ben would probably know the answer, but he was sure neither he nor Ben was in the mood for that conversation.

"Wow, hey! Look what the cat dragged in!" He said, plastering a smile on his face.

Date: 2021-01-26 04:37 am (UTC)
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Klaus’s plastered smile into something a little more genuine as Walter spun around, practically tripping over himself. At least it looked like some things hadn’t changed. He was sure his brother even meant it when he said it was good to see him.

“Oh, yeah, real pity. We’re all.. real broken up about the old man.” Klaus put his free hand to his chest, giving Walter a good two seconds of an empathetic look before he cracked with a laugh. “Well, I suppose the real pity is it took him so long, am I right, Walt? He always was a stubborn bastard, though.”

He knew better than to think Walter was as blasé as he was about Reginald’s passing, but, well, when had that ever stopped him from being an asshole?

Date: 2021-01-26 07:27 pm (UTC)
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While Walter went into his obligatory he's still our dad bit, Klaus rolled his eyes and swiped a finger through the mashed potatoes, popping it into his mouth with a series of hums that somehow had the same tone as 'yeah, yeah, yeah'. If he was in a bad mood he might have poked and prodded at that little rebuttal, tried to get under his skin.. but, well. It had been a while since he had seen him, and -- shock of all shocks -- he found he actually didn't want to pick a fight with Walter.

So Klaus let Walter change the subject, sauntering towards him to sling his free arm around his brother's shoulders, with as little regard for personal space as he's always had. "Oh, you know me. I'm doing good, doing a little of this, a little of that. Here, have some mashed potatoes." He hefted the large bowl to Walter's chest, expecting him to take it from him. "Mom might have a few screws loose up in the old bucket, but she at least still knows how to make a mean bowl of potatoes."

"Aren't you going to ask him how he's been? We haven't seen him in years, Klaus." Ben finally spoke up, hands stuffed deep in his jacket pockets, hoodie up -- which meant he was still in a sour mood. But Klaus took it as a good sign that he was talking to him, even if it was to kind of... bitch at him. Oh well, you know what they say about beggars and choosers and all that.

He gave a little pat to Walter's fatigues, the name patch not quite catching up to the rest of his brain just yet. "I take it you're still doing the whole Army thing? You know, I was a little unsure at first, but green really is your color. Really brings out the shine in your eyes."

That was... kind of asking how he was? Sort of? Oh, shut up Ben, he's trying.

(kind of)

Date: 2021-01-26 10:32 pm (UTC)
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Klaus let out a soft huff of a laugh as he watched Walter shovel potatoes in his mouth like he was a man dying of starvation -- which really hit him with a wave of nostalgia. If there was anyone who could give Luther a run on his money for food consumption, it was always Walter. Out of the corner of his eye he could see even Ben was smiling.

"Company clerk, huh? Hey, sounds pretty impressive." Not that he had the faintest idea what any of those words meant together. He understood 'army' and 'Korea', and he's sure that's all he really needed to know. Arm still hooked around Walter's shoulders, Klaus started to pull him towards the kitchen. He figured Walter wouldn't say no to some extra helpings of food, not to mention there was less chance of Diego or Luther finding them in there. Those two were in bad enough of a mood as it was, and Klaus would rather avoid a second shakedown from Luther if he could help it. (maybe he should have waited until tomorrow to add a few more trinkets to his pockets..)

"You know, I'm lovin' the color, but not too sure about this fit. It really doesn't do anything for you at all, Walter. You give me ten minutes and Grace's sewing kit, and all the ladies and gents won't be able to keep their eyes off you." Klaus reached to kind of adjust Walter's fatigues, tilting his head thoughtfully -- until finally, finally the name caught his eye. His eyes lit up and he pulled at the name, "Oh--! Well, hello~! Looks like someone was a little rushed getting dressed. Wally, you naughty boy. Are you going to tell me who this O'Reilly is, or am I going to have to come up with an elaborate fantasy all on my own?"

Date: 2021-01-27 12:08 am (UTC)
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Klaus was absolutely delighted as Walter turned beet red. As far as he was concerned, the redder Walter got, the juicier the story he was about to get. It was a little hard to follow along as he fumbled through his explanation -- only to end it in an almost unintelligible mumble that might have ended in 'Hargreeves'.

He did his best to be subtle as he glanced over to Ben with a silent 'what???' in his eyes.

"I... think he said he doesn't use the name Hargreeves." Ben filled in for him.

Oooooh..

"Oh, well that's disappointing. Here I thought you were about to tell me about some kind of hot and sweaty love affair of yours. I suppose there's always time for that later, though." Klaus sighed, steering the both of them through the kitchen doorway. "You know, I thought about dropping the old man's name for a while there, but always seemed like too much trouble. I mean, they all know me by Roxy Cane down on 32nd street, but that's for a completely different reason."

He gave a wink with a wide, cheeky smile, and guided Walter to the kitchen table. "I would ask if you're hungry, but I'm guessing it's a safe bet on the answer to that."

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