"Yeah," Klaus breathes out, letting out a brittle sort of laugh as he looks down at the helmet. "Not quite as happy a reunion as you and Dolores."

There's suddenly a shadow over his face, and Klaus looks up to see Five holding out his jacket. Klaus stares blankly for a moment, surprised by the gesture, but he reaches out to take it. He's moving sluggishly so it takes a fumbling moment, but he manages to get his arms through the sleeves before reaching up to wipe his face with his hands.

"I went on the bender before I even saw this," Klaus admits, though he's sure Five knew that already. He takes a breath and goes to speak, pauses, and then looks up at Five again. "I tried to save him, you know. Back in Dallas."

He knows that Five was deeply unimpressed with him in Dallas, but Five always seems unimpressed with him. Klaus knows that he should have tried harder to hold his shit together and help his family. There are a lot of things he should have done. "It didn't work. He still enlisted. He's still going to die. Or-- or did die. Who fucking knows what timeline we're even in anymore."