"Vanya said some shit. I said some shit back." Klaus shrugs, disappearing into the bathroom attached to his room to fill up the kettle with water. Keep his hands busy and himself occupied so he doesn't end up trying to climb out of the window to avoid this confrontation.
"And you're probably here to chew me out for not coming to sparring practice or having whiskey in my room or something." He rolls his eyes and slowly turns off the tap.

He's not the only one Allison calls out, but it grates on his nerves all the same. Perfect Allison, who acts like she's above it all, who can't even answer a simple question without turning it back on him. He doesn't get to judge, he doesn't know her, he doesn't count.

"So what, going to start giving me surprise drug tests like I'm back at rehab?" Klaus laughs, hollow, like he's annoyed by the very thought. He's more annoyed that Diego sounds like their father, complaining about how Klaus squandered his potential, about how he only scratched the surface-