Something was different with Marcel. Since he'd come back. And Klaus had seen it. Oh they could call him unfeeling, uncaring. But the man was a son to him. Always had been ever since the first time he'd seen him, standing up for himself. Attacking the man he'd hated so much. And Klaus understood that, probably better than most.
He found him in the courtyard. Upset. Thinking about something he'd yet to fully share with Klaus. Or with anyone as far as he could work out.
"Come on then Marcellus, what's eating you?" he said, moving to sit near the man. He did find the fountain a little bit amusing. He couldn't help it, memories and all that. But something was still dragging his protege down. And he had enough of dramatics amongst his family, of people hurting and refusing to have it be fixed.
"You can talk all this out or you can let it wallow and end up like the others. Choice is yours?"