[Klaus compares this to the last time Fitz found himself dissolving into feelings that ought to stay locked up where they can't hurt anyone. It's not productive to have these talks. And yet he can't seem to stop having these talks lately.]

I think it's become quite clear that those friends did abandon me. Quite completely, considering they left me to be strangled and mutilated, and subsequently couldn't be bothered with as much as an obligatory floral arrangement while I recovered. I mistook coworkers for true friends, and I've learned to live with that mistake.

[Klaus intervened then to help Fitz recover from a raw, bleeding wound. And though he's recovered well enough to talk about it now, what once was pain has since scarred over. There is no more worry, but nor is there any trust towards them.]

But still... Thank you. For talking with me. And for understanding. I'm sorry for troubling you unannounced.