[Harlan listens as Klaus tells his story, fidgeting with a loose thread on his pillowcase. He and Klaus had very different childhoods, which is nothing new, but Harlan can't help but draw parallels as Klaus elaborates. It's funny, in a way—Klaus called it from their very first conversation. Both of them have some pretty shitty parents, even if Klaus' robo-mom sounded alright.

Harlan doesn't really want to get into the details of his own life. There are parallels, yes, but the specifics couldn't be further apart, so there's no point in bringing it up anyway. But... they're really talking about magic, right? Powers, abilities, whatever Klaus calls it.]

I don't know my dad, but my mom sucked. She never did anything that terrible to me, but I inherited my magic from her. She'd use it on me, and I didn't like that, so I started practicing mine to keep her out of my head.

[He shrugs like it's a casual thing.]

At least I had some control.