I'd imagine not? Wouldn't be my first choice to live, if I'm being honest. [that's fair and valid because it's about as much as klaus knows, too. imagining luther out there all by himself, it... makes him feel kinda bad.

klaus's attention darts between watching peter with the food and sandy cleaning herself, the smile curving his mouth ever-present regardless of whoever he's focusing on. they're both doing things they seem to enjoy and that makes him feel happy— at least until peter's asking him about his father. fortunately, he catches himself, simply lets his brow furrow while casting his gaze downward.]

‘Difficult’ is a perfect word for it. [certainly a terrific one to describe both of peter's dads as well. good thing alien dad was also an idiot who wanted to protect his planet? seems like a redeeming quality if but a small one.] You're welcome. Yeah, it... isn't something that goes away overnight. Or ever, really?

I think it just gets a little easier to accept over time.