Henrik had seen the changes in Klaus’ mood. How could he not? He didn’t like that it came about because he was distancing himself from his family but hadn’t Henrik done the same thing when he’d asked to leave Elijah’s house? Being in the constant fighting had been draining and he hadn’t been able to handle it. Could he really blame his brother for the same thing? Except Henrik still talked to the others and now Klaus didn’t want anything to do with them and Henrik hated that. He didn’t know how to fix that. It probably wasn’t his to fix.
He sank into the sofa cushions, arms crossed and frowning. “Rebekah is making me a room. I want to stay with her some days too. Then you won’t have to see her or Elijah or Kol ‘cause I’ll see them when I’m there. But I’ll stay with Caroline and you.”
Most days he’d stay with Klaus because as much as he loved his sister and all of his siblings, none of them had really put his best interests first in the last few months. There had been only one who’d made sure he was fed or that he slept or got him involved in activities in the world or made sure someone was there to watch him if she did go do something and he’d be home alone. Funny how she wasn’t even related to him by blood.
He really didn’t like the news about Stefan though. It didn’t contradict anything that Rebekah had told him so he didn’t know what to make of it and decided not to say anything about it.