Klaus watches Diego rubbing his hand over his ear and wonders if he's hearing that buzz he mentioned again. Distracted, Klaus glances around the room for the source of whatever's bothering his brother, and doesn't see anything. Not even a ghost, right now, except for the flickering thing that's shattered like a broken mirror in the corner but not making any sound.

Diego is congratulating him for not drinking, and that does something to soothe his bad mood, he perks up a little and exhales, green eyes flicking up to look at his brother and he offers a slight smile.

"Yeah maybe." he says, non-committally, trying not to think about the drugs he has already in his bag, and then he leans back into the pillow a bit, again. Swallowing hard, he looks up at the ceiling, "At least there aren't many ghosts here." he murmurs.