No one could blame Klaus for that. Raylan might have some hope left for his own life, what he could control of it. That hope did not extend to the people he dealt with in his job. This wasn't his job, per se, but he couldn't control or really help their outlook on life. Or how life kicked them all around in it's cruel way.

"Oh I got a killer downward dog," he joked, one eye squinting at Klaus a little with the fake arrogence. It all broke with a smile and he shook his head a little. "No, but Malcolm is. It's no pilates class but I dunno. Thought you two might keep each other company in it. If you find that kinda thing helpful."