"The sad truth is, I never got a license. You get caught driving without a license while under the influence one stinkin' time..."

A little smile back, and he gives the kid another squeeze. The walk to the diner isn't really all that far, thankfully, and once they're inside, Klaus waits for his younger self to slide into a booth before sliding in next to him instead of across from him. Contact is good, contact is nice.

Resting an elbow on the table, he slides his fingers into his own hair and scrapes blunt nails against his scalp.

"Waffles, for me. The kind with strawberries and whipped cream."

A pause, and he tilts his head, shooting a canny look at his younger self.

"Eggs, huh? You got a hangover?"