Klaus put his head against Barty and snuggled close, smiling dumbly and letting that rush of dopamine and serotonin take him where he needed. It didn't need to be real, it didn't matter if it was or it wasn't, it felt real. He giggled as he felt that happy tingling feeling.

"I got pictures yesterday. They tell a story. That's something made up. It's about a little boy who has something called 'worries'." Klaus explained. They had given him a book to try and get him to describe his current emotions, to try and get him to work through it so they could resume tests. Lately, every test resulted in an utter breakdown and that wasn't productive. "The boy has yellow hair."