“I can believe it.” Wouldn't be difficult to imagine someone forming opinions out of their own volition, after all. “Sorry that's happened to you, though. Some people are terrible and don't know when to quit... or when to shut their mouths?” Word usually spreads that way and given what they were talking about before, how else would Derek have known him? Klaus isn't upset with his siblings, not when he doesn't blame them for at least warning people about him. (Because it hasn't occurred that Derek might've met the ‘other’ him.) And wow, if he knew anything about the werewolf stuff, he'd do everything in his power to make sure Derek's treated properly. They really aren't any different in either of those aspects.

Wait, did he say—? “Apocalypse?” Surely not the same one he and his siblings were experiencing, that'd be far too coincidental. From his peripheral, a waiter happens by and Klaus momentarily reaches, catches a waterbottle with his fingertips, yoinks it straight out of the ice-bucket then returns to the conversation with, “Completely understandable. That's a lot of roommates and being anywhere your siblings are is... you know, but yeah, I'm sure they miss you, too.”

Following the crack of his water, Klaus gestures toward nothing in particular with cap in hand. “Okay, get this: they gave me a librarian job. Do I look like a librarian?” No, he doesn't, though maybe that's the appeal. Does he like it? Well— “It's chill, I don't mind it. Gets a little boring sometimes? Some monotony never hurt anyone.”