Diego's intensity is met for all of a moment before Klaus turns his head away, dragging the tags across the chain to make a soft rasping sound as he bites his lip and tries to recall the particulars.

"I said she was hard to shop for. Back at the party. And she said I wasn't around to judge her, and it was my fault that we aren't connected. And then after the journal- it felt like she was blaming me for the entire apocalypse. Like I just gift-wrapped the thing and handed it to the guy." The memories are hazy, but the feeling lingered. The anger at being blamed for something beyond his control. Throwing it back in her face that the only person she'd ever even tried to reach out to was Vanya. She's their sister, but he doesn't feel like he belongs. Always the screw up, the class clown, the junkie...

"I'm already making different choices. I'm trying to tell you that."