He lifts his head and turns to look at Klaus, the unfamiliar voice snapping him out of his photo book. Closing it, Doc gets to his feet and gestures to the vacant seat next to him before sitting down again when Klaus does. His book gets set aside and he maintains that lean as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his flat tin case that he had put cigarillos in, now replaced with cigarettes. Flicking it open, he holds the row of sticks out to Klaus.

"Matches are behind you," he points out, on that little ledge which houses the electronics that operate the garage door where there is an empty moonshine bottle being used to store the cigarette butts.

"It is good to see you." Doc is relieved that Klaus is back. Five... had not been in a good place, before. Although he can't be certain that Five is in a good place now either. Often it is better to come to accept the finality of a chapter to be closed than to live in perpetual uncertainty.