Klaus almost doesn't notice that she's stopped following him. A head shorter and quiet as a mouse, he almost misses the movement of her footsteps falling silent behind him. Everyone else around him is so loud in the heart of the city, the constant buzz in the back of his head that he's... more or less learned to tune out by now.

But he looks back, and she's stopped, dead in the middle of the sidewalk. It's hazy- he's not trying to focus, not trying to pry- but it feels like a clenched fist around his heart, the same anxiety spike when he has his nightmares, when everything's going to shit and he just wants to curl up inside a bottle- pill or alcohol, pick his poison.

"Hey, hey, Vanya-" He reaches back out, reaches out for her shoulders, as if touching her might make him more real. Keep her grounded. Just like Ben's done for him when he's stuck in a nightmare loop of his own.
"Forget the apartment. Coffee shop down the street. Come on, you could use a drink."

There's a pause, and then he slowly lifts his hands from her shoulders.
"... Yeah. I have a couple new tricks up my sleeve. And they're terrifying! It's not like- it's not like the rest of us knowing since we were kids, you know? It's new, and I can't control it, and it's so scary..." He clears his throat. Shifts awkwardly.
"... Look. I know I'm not the most reliable number in the family, but... But I get it. And I want to try, you know? Helping you. Ben's helping me with mine-"