He nods and mutters a quiet, "Thanks." trying to keep his voice in check, and not wavering. He needs just keep pushing forward so he doesn't break down. Or that's what he keeps telling himself; Klaus has never been the most pragmatic of the Hargreeves, and he has certainly never been the best at compartmentalizing.

He leads the way into the boarding house and starts calling out for his brother. Kitchen- empty, living room- nothing, he takes the stairs two at a time toward their shared bedroom, which he finds empty, and almost exactly like he remembers it. He's not sure if that's comforting or disturbing in a way he can't put into words.

Klaus spins on his heel to leave the room and walks out and slams right into Negan. He hisses and presses his hands flat against the plane of the other man's chest, eyes squeezed shut as he pressed a slow breath out between his lips. "He's not here," he mutters, curling his fingers into the material of Negan's shirt.