"This isn't a hobby," Luther informs him, turning around with dread settling in his stomach. It's not Klaus's fault that the anxiety comes rushing back in stronger than the anger again. It's the realization that in sharing this, he's taking a massive swing at the family he'd tried to hold together as Number One, the family that really has only come together through all of them fighting for it.

That's the way it's been with Allison, though, hasn't it? He's left holding the bag.

"It's, uh, a release. A coping skill. I'm just-- you know, something reminded me of things back home, and instead of sitting on it, I decided to throw things at it."

Like a refrigerator door.