Jeff makes a queasy face at the notion of eating meat, but then it gets so much worse from there. Arson, murder, weird.... Oedipal taunting or something??? Is that what he was wearing when he woke up? Some psychotic Baron Samedi costume?

He doesn't know if he wants to cry or puke.

"But he-- he fucking used me to--" He looks at Bash, fingers curling in the other man's shirt as he clings to him desperately. "Is he okay now? Crichton, I mean, is he--" Oh god. "Even if it wasn't me, it doesn't change what happened. Everyone's gonna have all these fucking... horrible memories of me hurting them."

Wait.

"Who's Klaus?"