Klaus looks down, sipping at the drink. It's...a lot to seriously talk about his shit. Sarcastic comments and casual comments that seem like a very blase thing? Sure. Real shit? Ehhh. "I mean...I guess it started because of the ghosts and it stuck around...because of the...vibes." They shrug. "I dunno. It's hard to talk about. But it's easier to be a...a disappointment when you don't give a shit, right? If you're fucked up out of your mind, no one can like...you know..."

He frowns. "I dunno. It doesn't matter."