"Thanks, Mom." He smiles a little and goes back to his pancake. For all that any other time of the day he would be the biggest chatterbox of all of the Hargreeves children, mornings are not Klaus' best time of day-- and he doesn't have much to talk about anyway. He's perfectly content to simply sit at the table and eat breakfast while Mom bustles around the kitchen with an effortless sort of ease. It's nice, the kind of contentment that was never allowed when dad was alive.
A stray thought crosses his mind and he frowns a little, sipping at his juice as his eyes are still on his mother. "...Mom?" his voice is quiet, and small, more like the child he is suddenly. "Is it bad that I hope whatever broke to make me be here when I shouldn't, doesn't get fixed?" His gaze drops to the table, a frown creasing across his forehead. "I don't wanna go back where Dad's alive..."
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A stray thought crosses his mind and he frowns a little, sipping at his juice as his eyes are still on his mother. "...Mom?" his voice is quiet, and small, more like the child he is suddenly. "Is it bad that I hope whatever broke to make me be here when I shouldn't, doesn't get fixed?" His gaze drops to the table, a frown creasing across his forehead. "I don't wanna go back where Dad's alive..."