If it wanted to make Klaus go completely still and stare into space for a long moment, it succeeded. Just little acts of kindness. They're more difficult to know how to react to than basically anything else.

"Yeah." Not that Klaus has ever really tried on purpose. Outside of busball, but that was different. "Dad said it used to take me an hour to come back." Which...obviously means he'd done it before. "I got up to like a minute eventually. Maybe not even a minute?" They sigh, drinking more of the margarita. "I mean...I guess it was useful back home, but here it's...I dunno. Does anything really matter?"

Yes. Yes, they have friends...but part of them feels like..."I don't know how to deal with people giving a shit about me. Like...my siblings, sure. That's...you know...my siblings. I don't know how to be...just normal about shit. Like people are so nice here but like...why? I'm just...I'm like this weird trash creature that just...exists? And like sure I've wanted my dad to give a shit about me my whole life. I just...maybe I don't deserve it?"