That's exactly what Klaus was counting on. His own inability to deal with silence - eventually, he'll need to wordvomit something out, just to fill it up, and with a bit of delicate prompting...well, there it is.

He slides his arm off the back of the booth and around the kid's shoulders again.

"Oh probably. You know the Hargreeves family. We just love to gossip."

For a moment, he looks at the ceiling, licks his lips and then exhales, closes his eyes.

"But we mean well. Generally. Most of us. You know how it is." He's quiet, for a beat, and then he continues, "What part of it's bugging you the most? The fact everyone knows, or how close you came? Man, last time I did it, it was a trip. At a certain point I realized it didn't even bother me anymore, and that was what really got under my skin."