"What kinda things?" Because, hey, buddy. He resembles those words.

"Yeah," He nods and huffs a soft laugh. "But how do you even explain it, you know. Like-" he waves a hand vaguely. "I won't know if anything changed until?– if?– I ever get home. I'll look him up..." There's no guarantee that Dave lived, or even that he would know who the hell Klaus was, which timeline would take precedence... so many unknowns.