Klaus glances over at him and smiles, something soft and a little sad. He can only imagine how it feels, having that constant reminder staring back at him in the mirror every time he catches a glance of himself. Near as he can tell, Raylan's taking it pretty well in stride, though. "You could," he points out softly. "but I'm guessing you're not gonna wanna let me near your face with foundation and concealer." He twists it into a half-joke, half-serious suggestion, Raylan could take it however he liked.

He laughs softly at the question, but its a hollow sound with no mirth to be found tucked inside of it. "I didn't, Raylan... I never got used to it, I never got over it... I just did drugs to hide them." At least, mostly. The last three years have been... different. He's been more in tune with himself, his powers, but... it's all for nothing, because they're useless here anyway.