"How- how far apart do we get? All of us... I mean- I know it's never been perfect, but..." His mouth tugs downward and he tries to keep himself from letting his breathing get off-track again. "do we really see each other much, after we all leave the house?"

"I'm glad you did..." He fidgets with his fingers in nervous habit, some incessant need to be moving, all the time. The fact that Klaus has mentioned things Vanya told him already, too, only make him more fidgety. "One of... one of the Vanya's told me about the Apocalypse. Why am I not surprised we're the reason behind the end of the world?" He laughs dryly, shaking his head. He frowns a little at the last part, looking up at the older man again. "The real kind?" The question is soft, like asking it at all might break the words into unrecognizable pieces.

"I don't get that... If you have it and you lose it, then you still lose. And if you just never had it, then you don't know what it was like to have it to be taken away in the first place. And you never know to miss it, either." And to him? That sounds better. Like being a pessimist, because you're surprised or right, and either way it's a win.