"Logan happened," Klaus says, his tone dark, because after yesterday, after what the mutant said, he will never be able to say his name any other way.

He cradles her face lightly with his good hand, wanting her to look into his face. "I'm fine," he tells her, because he can see the what-do-I-need-to-do panic in her eyes. He purses his lips briefly, like he's contemplating saying it, and then he does. "Happy late Valentine's Day."

It's slightly wry, but it's also genuine. It's him acknowledging he messed it up - and messed up. It's his kind of apology.