"Never told them? Oh... Klaus, I'm sorry. I wish you could have." He stops himself short of asking why Klaus didn't, thinking that might be a little too personal.

He glares down at that picture of Klaus's dad, instead. So, that's the face he owes a knuckle sandwich to if he ever shows his sorry mug around here. Got it.

"Hey, actually I got an even better idea. I got a photo album from home recently, too. Wanna come back to my place and we can swap. I'll tell you about my mom, you tell me about yours?" And he can get out of here and sober up properly. He's already starting to feel better.