It's an awkward silence, and that's not Klaus' favourite either. There's a lot of heaviness hanging between them in the quiet, while the kid eats and Klaus turns his attention to the waffles. His appetite's pretty much gone, but he forges ahead anyway, scoops up a forkful of straight whipped cream and puts it in his mouth, then cuts down through waffles and strawberries with the side of the fork and follows the whipped cream with it. He manages two more bites before he's feeling full and just pushing soggy strawberries around the plate with his fork.

Thankfully, the kid saves him from continuing to pretend to eat by asking a question, and it only takes a second to realize that answering it is going to be somehow even more complicated and difficult than this whole situation has been so far.

With a deep sigh, Klaus closes his eyes and rubs at the lids with his fingertips, and makes a soft 'mm' in his throat.

"It's easy to stop caring about things when you're high or coming down. Even things like dying." He pauses, looks over at the kid, "But that's not what you're asking, is it?"