He's glowering even more now. Being compared to Dad is a bit of a brain fuck, really. He always tried to be what their Father wanted him to be and he always failed at it. He knows the man was bad, but it's really hard to deal with that now too. Diego is practically growling at him, and as he's made to stop he does stop, but he doesn't look at the other, frustrated.

"You're right. I don't want to argue about this on your first night here. I don't know what's going on. For all I know she and Allison have had a few talks. Or Luther and her have gotten along. If I'm being honest here, I've been spending more time on my own and around whoever decides they wants to be around. I got to go shopping with Allison. I've hung out at Vanya's while she practices. I did an escape room with Luther. I've had Five crash at my place and I actually got sleep. Klaus..." He looked mildly hurt for a moment. "I don't know... it's just... Klaus."

He took a breath, hands shoved into his coat pockets, deep. Trying to shake it off. "It doesn't matter. Doesn't matter what I know. Talk to Allison or Luther about family matters. You three are basically the head of the family anyhow."

"As for Klaus. I'm not putting that on you. I'm not even sayin--you know what. No. I'm not saying shit. I don't... I don't care what he does right now. He'll do it with or with out me so it doesn't...--Whatever." He reached out to pull at Diego's arm, to make him start walking again if he can. "Just... come on. Five is getting the first round of drinks."

Someone is being avoidant. Especially about Klaus.