Vanya tugs on him, so Klaus has has to stay upright, tucking Dave's helmet under one arm while he wraps the other around his sister's shoulder. She weighs about as much as a wet kitten, so he tries not to lean too much of his weight on her. The jacket is tight enough that it kind of helps with his posture, anyway.

"I'm not sure," he says honestly, swaying a bit as they head for the house. Of all of his siblings, Vanya is the easiest for him to talk to (aside from Ben, who seems to exist in his own category of spiritually conjoined twin), but he doesn't really know where to begin, or if talking will help at all. He's just so used to keeping everything inside.

"Ask me again after we order a pizza." They make it to the house and Klaus steps up to the door, biting his lip in worry. His expression is downtrodden for a moment, but then he takes a breath and lifts his chin, letting his brow smooth out as he lets the aloof mask take over his features, complete with the easy smile. "Alright, let's do this."