Klaus had been waiting all day for this moment to finally arrive where he could finally reunite with his old friend Wyatt. He hadn't seen Hope at all that day and it was quite better that way due to the fact he had been rambling on in his head about what Wyatt could possibly want with Hope. Although Klaus had only been present in Hope's life recently, at no fault of his own of course, that was still his little girl, he didn't appreciate nor would allow an ancient grudge getting in the way of a happy Hope and a stable relationship between the two. Was Klaus overthinking this once more? No, he's Niklaus Mikaelson, he doesn't overthink things, he had just been spending too much time with Hope; she had been blurring his psychopathic lines. He sat down at the table that had been filled with food, although to be honest we all know they didn't need to eat, and one of his little vampire slaves had stood in the doorway of the dining room, informing him that the pair had arrived. Hope exhaled, almost at the point of shaking with nerves. This was probably the most terrifying and high pressure thing she had ever done, and that was really saying something. She wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans for the third time since they'd walked through the front door, and started to play with a strand of her hair, twirling it up and then letting it go, getting started on a small plait, but immediately messing it up, and letting the hair go. She was a big ball of nerves, these were the two most important men in her life at the moment, and this was either going to go in a very upward direction, or come crashing violently to the ground. There was no inbetween here. Hope ventured into the dining room, peering around the corner to catch sight of her father, giving him a customary smile. Wyatt, on the other hand, was as cool and collected as ever. He calmly strolled into the dining room behind Hope with his hands tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket casually, arms loose. His attire was respectably casual, but smart: a black button up shirt with some dark denim designer jeans and a pair of polished leather lace-ups on his feet. It was impossible for him to stop the way the corners of his lips began to tug up into the beginnings of a smile once his eyes landed on his old friend, Klaus. Sure, Wyatt was a little miffed about the whole compulsion thing, but he'd deal with that another time. Right now, he was just delighted to set eyes on his friend of over a century.

As soon as his eyes landed on his daughter they jumped over to Wyatt and he couldn't help but stand and let out a small laugh. Wyatt and Klaus had a history too complex for any high school textbook or history nerd to ever comprehend. That is what made this whole situation between Wyatt and Hope unreal to him and more than anything; suspicious. Before he walked over to Wyatt, he let himself trail over to Hope first, the laughter toning down before it came to a complete stop. His stride were smooth and easy as he made his way over to Hope, wrapping one arm around his shoulder, giving her a slight kiss on the forehead, "Hello, darling, you hungry?" His eyes met Wyatt's as he held his daughter, hearing her, but not really listening.

Wyatt grinned a little as Klaus began to laugh, the man's apparent amusement seemingly infectious to him. He watched as Klaus made his way over to Hope - his daughter, yes, what a weird thought - and wrapped an arm around her, pressing a kiss to her head. It was odd, seeing him behave in such a manner towards family; but then Wyatt had always known that Niklaus only ever wanted family that was loyal to him, and he had a hard time imagining Hope as being anything but exactly that. He arched an eyebrow slightly as Klaus' eyes met his, a reflexive gesture in response to the man paying him attention while he was greeting his daughter - not that he particularly cared nor minded. Hope clutched onto her father a little desperately, his touch instantly comforting her and even calming her to a certain degree. She sighed briefly and nodded, moments after he had pressed a kissed to her forehead,

"Starving." She confessed, an indulgent smile on her face as she watched him, her eyes followed his hard stare, directed at Wyatt. She licked her lips and glanced anxiously between them, "I haven't eaten all day." She spoke up to try and diffuse the tension, are distract either of them, "I anticipated you arranging quite a feast."

Klaus nodded and let go of her and nodded, once again, while gesturing towards the table with a genuine smile, "Only the best for my daughter and an..." He paused and stepped from in-front of Hope and to her side so he was face to face with Wyatt, "Old friend. Can I still call you a friend, Wyatt?" He couldn't choose on whether to hug him or throw him into a wall. Maybe he should just wait for Wyatt to react to his comment and go along with the tone he was setting forth. "I haven't seen you in almost 100 years, we had a good run together. Although we fell out of touch, if you needed me you could've rang," he said with a sarcastic tone dripping from his words, but behind them a bit of truth. Wyatt arched his eyebrows a little in response to Klaus' comment, not at all surprised or unused to his almost sardonic tone.

"Well somebody compelled me," he drawled pointedly, eyebrows raising to emphasise his point, "but yes," he continued, "I still think of you as my friend, Nik." He tilted his head a little as he looked Klaus up and down, the only thing different about him being his style of clothes and the length of his hair. He was also, perhaps, more clean shaven back then - but who knows? Things could sometimes get a little fuzzy. "I have to say, Niklaus," Wyatt commented with a small smirk, teasing, "the new hair is doing you wonders. Those curly locks were definitely not your style."

Hope had been hovering about the table as they talked, accidentally letting out a brief release of surprised laughter at the fact that there were namecards set in certain places. Klaus had been sat at the head of the table, and Wyatt was to his left, while Hope was to his right, she noticed that her chair was closer to his than Wyatt's was on the other side. She pushed at one of the forks that had been laid a little crooked, and then glanced about the table, unsurprised by the array of food and extravagance she was met with. Hope pulled her own chair out, and sat down, the chair was slightly larger than she was, and so her feet dangled off the ground, the top of the chair coming to a stop just above her head. She frowned in annoyance and made an effort to sit up straighter.

"We don't talk about the curly hair," he joked before he crossed his hands over his chest, "And I've seen you've gone for the... What is this called?" He looked at Hope for an answer, making a weird motion towards Wyatt's hair with pursed lips as he though about it for a second, "Quiff? Is that what you guys call it? I think my hair is a bit more professional. I look good," he stated truthfully, posing a fake hurt face. This was going better than he had expected and it was actually pleasing to him. Klaus finally swallowed his pride for a second and just gave Wyatt a "bro" hug, they were once inseparable, compulsion or not. He made himself familiar with the scent of Wyatt, it was new and more strong than it was the last time the pair had crossed each other. He could tell Wyatt went through a lot in the last century.

Wyatt rolled his eyes a little at Klaus' teasing, a small smirk on his face.

"Yeah, yeah," he commented offhandedly, flapping his hand in a dismissive gesture. He would be lying if he said he wasn't caught by surprise when Klaus hugged him, and for a moment he felt himself stiffen up. But then... Yes, Klaus had been the closest thing he'd had to a brother back then. He found himself welcoming the touch, lifting his arms to wrap them around Klaus in return, clapping his hand once on the man's shoulder like he would back have done back then, when it seemed like they'd hug every time they saw each other. He smiled a little to himself, tucking his face into Klaus' shoulder for a brief moment, just to familiarise himself with his scent. Hope had unintentionally been leaning forwards in her oversized chair, watching the exchange. She felt a small smile creep up on her, that quickly turned into a beaming smile, she caught Wyatt's eye as he hugged her father, over his shoulder, and she brought up two thumbs, winking at him. She bit lightly on her lip and then looked away, scooping up her wine glass and taking a sip, setting it down once again and smoothing out her skirt. She felt unbeliveably light and calm, all of a sudden. Hope had hopes for this evening. Wyatt felt Hope's eyes on him and glanced up at her, feeling his smile widen a little. He raised his eyebrows slightly as she looked away and let out a small, amused huff.

Klaus stood back from the hug after a minute, fixing his shirt once more after looking Wyatt over, "Have you lost some weight?" he teased looking over the stature of Wyatt before making his way back over to the table, sitting at one end of it, closest to Hope. It was time to get serious, to play a game of 21 questions even, "Are you all ready?"

Wyatt glanced down at his figure with a small frown, eyeing himself self-consciously. He was fairly certain he'd gained muscle mass, actually. He'd been rather skinny a century ago, but now he was pretty bulky... in a lean way. Lean bulk? Eh, he shook his head a little and glanced up again as Klaus asked if they were ready, and he sighed internally. That could only mean one thing, surely. He nodded his head and took his seat across from Hope, scooting in towards the table almost noiselessly. Hope smiled somewhat knowingly at both of them, picking delicately at her napkin as she had begun to fold it in on itself, starting to create a swan with it. She looked up to her father with an already raised eyebrow,

"I never thought four words could worry me so much. What do you mean?" She asked, with a highly cautious tone. She was extremely suspicious, as she had been sure that her father must have something up his sleeve, ever since he had suggested the dinner. It had been too good to be true, and Hope was now worried that so was this dinner. Wyatt glanced at Hope over the table and caught her eye, sending her a reassuring smile as he placed his hands on the table just before his plate and cutlery. He tilted his head a little, mouthing, "It'll be fine," to her, before he sat a little straighter and set his shoulders back, sighing quietly to himself. He turned to look at Niklaus with an expectant expression on his face, lacing his fingers together.

Klaus let out a loud clap and some of the vampires came out with large silverware, one began to cut the meat, another began to pile up their plates with sides such as mashed potatoes and corn, "Classic Louisianan styled dinner. I thought it was suitable for the setting, was I right?" he asked, even though it was more of a rhetorical question. As the vampires served them he picked up the glass of wine that had just been poured and raised it once they all had a cup, "To a good meal and a peaceful night."

Wyatt's eyebrows arched significantly and he found himself turning to watch the vampire servants with a reluctantly impressed face. Archaic, yes, to have servants, but Wyatt supposed if you called them maids or workers then it sounded far less... capital. It didn't surprise him at all that Klaus would have them in his house, so he simply shrugged a little to himself. He turned to Klaus and picked up his glass as the hybrid did, nodding once and lifting it to join the toast. Hope gave a loud sigh that visibly relieved her, she relaxed a little and forgot to maintain her posture, looking tiny in comparison to the chair once again. She smiled politely at the vampires that served her food, greeting the ones she knew quietly, nodding formally at the one she knew had a thing for her. Hope cleared her throat and fidgeted in her chair a little, eyes flitting from Wyatt, to Klaus, and then down to her food. She decided it was better to just focus on one thing, and so she squinted at the nearest vase of flowers, and then, remembering the necessity for her to be a part of the toast, abruptly scooped up her glass, raising it towards the other two.

Klaus soon brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, his eyes between the... couple? Were they exclusive yet? He was going to take her on a date the last time he had checked, then again, it was out to see the constellations, so Wyatt like now that he had thought about it. Once he finished taking the sip he set it back at the table and let out a loud "Ahh," refreshed noise. He grabbed his knife and fork, cutting up the chicken before him, taking the bite and watched Wyatt with no need of trying to hide it, "So, when did you two meet again?"

Wyatt began to cut into his meat and lightly stabbed it onto his fork along with a vegetable, raising it to his mouth and taking the bite, chewing slowly and steadily, savouring the taste. He glanced up at Niklaus as he asked his question, and took hold of his wine glass, taking a sip to swill down his food before he spoke up.

"About three weeks ago," he told him with a small nod, glancing over at Hope with a small raise of his eyebrow that was vaguely questioning. He felt that it'd been about that long, yes. That seemed right to him. Hope nodded in agreement, confirming his unspoken question,

"Give or take a few days, but who needs technicalities when you're immortal?" She joked, shooting Klaus a happy, if somewhat cheeky grin. She started on her own food, collecting small bits of various foods and eating them, her eyelids fluttered naturally as she examined the room. She never spent much time in the dining room, and she realised in the back of her mind that there was a painting of her on the wall parallel to her. She raised an eyebrow at it's presence. Klaus swallowed it with wide eyes, trying to seem as interested as he possibly could about the topic of their love life, a hand pressing against his cheek with a sarcastic playful look in his eyes, giving an unbelievable scoff, "Three weeks, my god, that's basically forever in immortal time." He gave everyone a smug, almost apologetic look and waved it off with his hand as if it were a visible fly, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, and you two met in Mystic Falls? What would be the chance?"

Wyatt couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped his lips - it was such a him thing of her to say. Perhaps he was rubbing off on her a little, an idea which caused a certain degree of satisfaction to uncoil within him. As Klaus began to speak, he looked over to him and paid him his full attention. He arched his eyebrow a little, a small smirk on his face at Klaus' sarcasm.

"Well I'm just in town for Boone," he told Klaus. "He's a descendant of mine, and yet another doppelganger. Jakobe's actually. Or Damon, my nephew's. Both, I guess." Wyatt shook his head a little with a small sigh, rolling his eyes. "So many," he commented dryly. Hope was still squinting at the now offensive painting of her that was just casually hung on the wall, she hadn't even realised Klaus had been painting it. She scoffed quietly at the painting, tilting her head and frowning as she examined it, she put a self aware hand to cheek, wondering if her cheeks were constantly that rosy colour they had been painted as having in the painting. Hope cleared her throat and turned her head towards her father, waiting until her glanced at her and then held the gaze, she jerked her head unaggressively in the direction of the painting, raising her eyebrows at him.

"I swear your family grows every time your name comes up in conversations of mine," Klaus stated, "You might not have known this, but I've kept some tabs on you over the last century or so. I can't have anyone going rogue now," he teased before taking a bite of the mashed potatoes. They had been whipped quite nicely and tasted better than they had when the vampire who made them came and asked him to taste test them. After he had finished swallowing them he noticed Hope trying to catch his attention, "Wha-" he stopped mid sentence and looked at the painting, "Oh, that? I made that last night when you were sleeping. I needed to pass the time so I wouldn't end up in Japan."

Wyatt shrugged a little with a small chuckle, shaking his head.

"I've not met any family of mine, actually. Not in recent years. I've no idea if they still exist, but there he was," Wyatt answered truthfully. He glanced up at Hope with an arched eyebrow, before turning around and catching sight of the painting. It was Klaus' work, definitely. He turned around to look between the both of them, and couldn't help the startled laugh that escaped him as Klaus so casually remarked about ending up in Japan out of boredom. It was so typical of him, and Wyatt hadn't realised how much he'd missed this blasé man. Hope blinked at him, and then very pointedly rolled her eyes, smacking a hand audibly to her forehead in despair,

"Of course you did." She muttered, an incredulous smirk growing on her face before she frowned again, "Hold on, dude.. I wanted you to go to Japan." She accused, pointing her fork at him, narrowing her eyes. Niklaus took the last bite of mashed potatoes that was on the actual fork, giving Hope a slight "offended" look, "Do you not like it? I can always take it down and redo it if you'd like." He looked it over once more as she continued to talk to him, letting the smile on his face grow, "I said we could go together, we'd talk about it. I had a pretty good time in Mexico, I even brought you a sombrero, be grateful," he joked before turning back to Wyatt, "What have you been up to this last century?"

Wyatt watched their exchange with amusement, looking between the two of them as he ate and drank. They already seemed to have a bond, and it was quite a lovely thing to see, especially when involving someone like Klaus.

At Nik's question, Wyatt felt himself lose his appetite despite only having eaten half of his meal. He frowned and cleared his throat, pushing his plate away a little and sipping his wine.

"I don't think that conversation is entirely appropriate at the dinner table," he said mildly, glancing up at Klaus as various images of torture and death seemed to flash behind his eyes. He shook his head a little with a small sigh, licking his lips.

Hope screwed her mouth up at her father's question, she knew that was a sensitive topic. She watched Wyatt silently, until he looked over to her, upon which she cocked her head and smiled warmly at him, trying to communicate comfort through one look. When he looked away, she decided to change the subject, clapping her hands together lightly,

"Well, I got a promotion yesterday." She announced suddenly, unable to tone down the infectious grin. Klaus tilted his head to the side, it was in his own manner to push and pry beyond anyone's general comfort level, but he didn't really care at this point. He completely ignored the topic Hope was bringing to the table and let his eyes to be fixated on Wyatt, "Why? Some stuff you're not proud of?" He leaned back in his chair and dropped the fork onto the plate, a loud clang following and echoing in the room "Come on, Wyatt, we've all done some things we aren't proud of, none of us would judge you. Promise." he tried to sound as sincere as possible, but being a Mikaelson, it just couldn't rub off the way it as supposed to, only coming off as sadistic and rude, which was just how he wanted it to be. Wyatt sat back with a sigh and looked at Klaus, an unimpressed expression on his face. He licked his lips and rolled his neck and shoulders, cocking his head to one side.

"I've murdered a few people in connection to my brother's death, been betrayed a few times and spent some years being tortured every single day, and I was also trapped in a coffin for some time in which I suffocated, died, revived, and repeated the process for six months. So excuse me, Niklaus, if I don't want to discuss the details over dinner," he said a little snappishly. Hope sighed disappointedly, crossing her arms and leaning back against her chair, hurt to have been ignored in such a way. Thanks to both Klaus and Rebekah's overprotective natures, she hadn't had a dramatic or dangerous life, and so the small things like an unexpected promotion meant a lot to her. It was pretty much the only tie to normality she had left, her job. She resigned herself to being a witness to their bickering. She knew something would go wrong, and she had a feeling it was about to happen right then and there.

Wyatt shook his head a little and looked away from Klaus, giving Hope an apologetic look over the table. He didn't want to argue with his old friend, especially not in front of Hope. He sighed heavily, offering her a weak smile of reassurance. Klaus folded his hands on his lap after crossing his legs, giving Wyatt a squinted look before giving him a warm smile, not having an intention on any emotion, "And that's why we toast to life, because life can be taken from you at any moment." This time he stood once he finished talking and began to walk back and forth, pacing even, "So tell me, how do you feel about my daughter?" He questioned before taking the seat next to Hope.

Hope groaned almost inaudibly, the sound being made background noise as her father's voice took precedence. She rested an elbow on the arm of her chair, and rested her face against her hand, shielding her eyes, sighing and throwing one of her legs over the other. Wyatt glanced at Klaus as he spoke, bobbing his head with in a sardonic fashion with a small eye roll that spoke of disbelief towards Klaus' convenient response to his answer, a small fake smile to accompany the gesture. He glanced up at the man as he rose from his seat, and sighed a little as Klaus asked him how he felt about Hope. Emotions, feelings... they weren't his specialty by any means. In fact, he was rather stunted and inept - any he did feel, he found talking about them made him incredibly uncomfortable. But even still he looked over at Hope, who was hiding her face (an action which had a faint, amused smirk coming onto Wyatt's face), and licked his lips, brow furrowing as he began to speak.

"She's... different. And I like that about her," he glanced up at Klaus, arching an eyebrow, "I'm not particularly willing to wax poetic about your daughter out loud, especially not while you and her are present, but I intend to bring no harm to her, and I'd like to opportunity to see where this goes, because it seems that she's becoming someone of importance to me - and I don't have very many people like that in my life."

Klaus ran his tongue along his teeth, listening to the boy express his feelings as best as he could, and it would actually have touched Klaus' heart if he had actually used it enough to care. Although it seemed otherwise by the way Klaus looked at Wyatt once he finished talking, he was trying to connect to what was running through Wyatt's mind. He too had been in love, once or twice. He also could connect to the feeling of only wanting to keep Hope happy and safe, and that was part of the reason he kept questioning Wyatt's true motives. He turned his attention off to Hope to catch her reaction, letting out a sigh at how poetic he sounded even without trying, "Such a gentleman, as usual."

Hope reluctantly removed her hand, her cheeks a faint pink. She shuffled about to sit up straight in her chair, placing both hands neatly on her lap, she tilted her head up a little, smiling and returning her father's look,

"I'm glad you're so amused by all this." She deadpanned, a heavily sarcastic tone. Hope sighed lightly, once again and leaned forward, crossing her arms on the table and turning her attention to the flowers once again. She pushed at the floor with her feet to move the chair back, maneuvering out and immediately starting to rearrange the flowers. The obvious ways to make improvements had been bugging her, and she put her energy and focus into what she was doing, to distract herself from the stress of this dinner. Wyatt looked back at Klaus and couldn't help himself from sorting through the man's mind, just a little, to gain an idea of the things running through his head. Love? He glanced at Hope, whose cheeks had pinked - an oddly beautiful sight - and licked his lips with a small frown. Love. He didn't even know what that word meant. But maybe, in time. And boy, time was all he had. He glanced back at Klaus once more, eyebrow arching slightly at the comment about him being a gentleman. He dipped his head a little in a halfhearted bow, before glancing back at Hope once more and watching as she busied herself with the flowers, much like she had back at the house on their first date.

Niklaus watched Hope work at the flowers and all that ran through his mind was Rebekah and how everything had to be in a perfect tip top order or she would be annoyed. It was like that way back in the 10th century with her need to have everything the way it is and it seemed by the way Hope was acting it carried its way into the 21st. His attention centered on Wyatt once more and he remembered that look on his face, "Get out of my head, now." Once the comment was made he moved from siting beside his daughter to sitting beside Wyatt in the blink of an eye, scanning over his face for any indication that he had been lying about what he was feeling and or what he was doing here. "I've never pictured you as the type of guy to settle down."

Hope finished up with the flowers, and then changed her mind almost immediately, making a few alterations before forcing herself to put the vase back, otherwise she would have been there all night. She wasn't sure what it was about flower arranging that she found so important and vital, but she had noticed that it was something she always started to do when she was stressed or nervous, and to be honest, it had an odd calming effect on her. Hope returned to her seat, watching the interactions between her father and her... well, whatever Wyatt was to her. She tucked her hair behind her ears, another mannerism she was yet to notice in herself. Wyatt blinked a little and looked back at Klaus with a small, almost apologetic smile, throwing his hands up in surrender. Wyatt turned to look at Klaus as the man took a seat beside him and rested his elbow on the table, leaning slightly and making eye contact with him, eyebrows raised. He listened to him and shrugged a little, looking over Klaus' shoulder at Hope before returning his gaze to the man in front of him once more.

"I've never pictured you as the type of guy to end up with a daughter," he retorted mildly in an apathetic manner, pursing his lips with a small bob of his head as he gave Klaus a pointed look.

"Now that, that was an accident." he said quickly to defend himself with a finger held up in front of his own face while shaking his head, "After a thousands years I've never had a child, what the hell was another drunken one nightstand supposed to do?" He looked over at Hope after he spoke the words, not really thinking when he talked, that's how it always had been between Wyatt and Klaus, just say the first thing that bounced off of the top of their heads, "I didn't mean it in an offensive way towards you or your mother. You're one of the best things to happen to me. Your mother on the other hand? Eh, not so much." Hayley. Ahh. He wondered if Wyatt heard anything about them, "Have you heard anything on the Crescent wolves lately?"

Hope frowned a little at his words, not entirely hurt, or surprised, he'd made it abundantly clear that he hadn't been in a relationship with her mother when she was conceived. She shrugged dispassionately and raised her wine glass to her lips, taking a long sip, setting it back down afterwards, smacking her lips together,

"Oh, what was that?" She slumped in her chair a little, sticking the top half of her hands in her skirt pockets, "Don't worry, I am very much aware I was a mistake. An accident. Freak of nature has been thrown around before..." She mused, trailing off. Wyatt glanced over at Hope as she spoke and sighed a little, eyeing her silently, a small furrow to his brow as it drew down into a frown. He glanced back at Klaus once she was done speaking, and answered his question.

"Nothing," he said quietly, shrugging a little. "Barely even know who they are or what they're about - they're just a name I heard in passing." Question answered, he looked between father and daughter, waiting. Klaus pulled his lips together at the news Wyatt had given him, before moving back to his own chair and grabbing a glass and the pitcher of water, taking a sip once the cup had been filled. The comment Hope had made hadn't fully processed in his mind until he had finished sipping the water which led him to let out an exaggerated sigh before rolling his neck until he was finally facing his daughter, "Don't start this now, Hope," he snapped lightly at her. It wasn't his intention to be aggressive towards her, but there had been a few more important things at hand than the fact she was a bastard child. The tone in the room shifted a bit and everyone was quiet for a moment or two before Klaus finally cleared his throat and began to speak once more, "You're not a freak of nature, love."

Hope matched Wyatt's stare, raising her eyebrows at him and then returning to her wine glass, taking another sip. She patted absentmindedly on her thigh, and then in the next instant, disappeared. Hope reappeared moments later, in the seat on the other side of Wyatt, leaning against him a little, a rubiks cube in her hands, she stuck her tongue out a little in intense concentration, she began to try and solve it, twisting it and realigning the columns and rows expertly. She then looked up at her father as he spoke, she had moved just after he had snapped at her, and in all honesty, she had barely been listening. Hope nodded stiffly at his attempt to reassure her, bringing her eyes back down to the contraption in her hands,

"Thank you." She murmured.

Wyatt blinked a little, a reflex action he seemed to have whenever Hope used her abilities, and almost - almost - startled to find her next to him. He glanced down at the Rubiks cube in her hands and watched as she began to figure it out and fix the colours into their rightful places for the colour sequences to occur. Without really even thinking about the gesture, nor their present company, he absentmindedly put his arm around her shoulders as she leaned into him. He found himself intrigued by her degree of skillfulness concerning the little multicoloured cube puzzle. Klaus threw his hands up in defeat, not knowing what he could possibly do to make her believe him, that would just have to wait for another time. His fingertips pounded lightly on the table repeatedly forming a steady beat in which he hummed too. His shoulders grew tight and his eyebrows almost knotted together when Wyatt put his arm around Hope. It felt as if his lips had grown dry as he rubbed them together, this time reaching for the last bit of wine in his cup, sipping it quickly. "Do you two find yourselves becoming serious anytime soon?" he questioned without a thought of how awkward, maybe a bit inappropriate, the question was, although he didn't intend for it to be. Wyatt jerked ever so slightly and found himself being tugged out of his reverie forcefully by Klaus' sudden unprovoked question and looked up at him. He cleared his throat a little, licking his lips; his mouth felt like cotton wool in that instant, for some odd reason that he couldn't seem to decipher. Either way. He looked at Hope for a moment before averting his eyes to Klaus once more, shrugging the shoulder of the arm that wasn't wrapped around her.

"Seeing where it goes," he told Klaus, "as I said earlier."

Hope blinked at her rubiks cube, and then lifted her head to blink at her father, too. She opened her mouth to speak and then let it close again, not knowing what to say. She felt like Wyatt was more in charge of that decision, as she knew what she wanted, but was also aware of Wyatt's past and his trouble with expressing emotions and with intimacy in general, she looked up at Wyatt instinctually as he talked, nodding quietly along with what he was saying,

"It's okay, Dad. We're taking it slow." She mediated. Klaus rested both of his elbows on the table in an impolite manner and placed one of his hands on his chin and only watched. He watched the way Hope moved her eyes back to her rubiks cube and how Wyatt's eyes followed. He rolled up the sleeves to his grey shirt before moving back to his position of his chin on his face. Wyatt and Hope. Hope and Wyatt. It sounded annoying in his head, like a frequent buzzing sound repeating in his ear as he pushed off using the table to lean back in his chair. What was he supposed to say to them? It's not like they would ever listen to him anyway. Did he say something threatening? Did he try and go along with it?

Wyatt looked down at Hope, a look in his eyes that was only just noticeable, something quietly admiring within his gaze, and his thumb brushed lightly over the smooth, bared skin of Hope's shoulder just under the hem of her t-shirt's sleeve. He felt calmer now that she was next to him, more settled inside, and it showed - he visibly relaxed, slumping slightly in his seat, and his neck bent towards her a little bit. He found himself watching her fiddle with the cube once again, something oddly soothing about the repetitive motions of her hands and fingertips, the slide of the cubes, the click of the cogs. Hope gasped upon realising she could have solved it fives moves back, if she had taken an alternative route, she let her head drop back onto Wyatt's arm, groaning, a pained look on her face,

"I know this guy who calls me the rubik's cube whisperer. Now the title is a lie." She shook her head sadly, a tragic expression on her face. Hope scowled fiercely at the unoffensive little cube and started to furiously flick the elements to it about, very swiftly approaching the point where she had almost finished the puzzle. Wyatt arched his eyebrows, a slight smirk on his face, amused, and shrugged a little, giving her shoulders a small, reassuring squeeze.

"S'alright, love," he muttered, tilting his head a little as he glanced down at her. "You're surely better at it than I am," he told her sincerely, one side of his mouth quirking up into a fond smile.

Klaus stood up and began to walk towards the door to the kitchen opening it and looking at Wyatt for a second before darting his eyes towards the kitchen, "A word?" He stood with perfect posture, per usual, and a hard look on his face, he was determined to get the truth out. Despite the fact he felt it in his stomach that they were telling the truth and that Wyatt may actually have real feelings for his daughter, there had to be an ulterior motive, there always had to be. When it came to his daughter, everything was either black or white and he didn't have time to deal with grey area of a boy who probably wanted to hurt Klaus more than actually care for his daughter. Wyatt lifted his head to look up at Klaus. With a sigh, he glanced down at Hope and gave her a look of reassurance before rising from his seat. Like Klaus, he stood tall, back straight and shoulders a firm, broad line. His taller height gave him a feeling of some kind of power in a situation where he knew that, really, he didn't have very much. Strong as he was, Klaus could kill him - and it was within Wyatt's best interests to avoid pissing off his friend to that point. He stepped out from his place at the table and strode over to Klaus, gesturing for him to lead the way.

Hope glanced up, slightly alarmed, she turned her gaze towards her father, watching him, trying to assess his motive, his mindset. He was very hard to read, and Hope did her absolute best to resist the urge to take a peek into his mind. She sighed very audibly, locking eyes with her father and giving him her best imploring look,

"Please, for the love of anything either of you hold sacred, play nice." She begged, a crease in her brow, her lips tugged down at the corners.

"What's your definition of nice?" he questioned, not letting her answer before he walked in front of Wyatt, holding the door open with his foot so it wouldn't slam on Wyatt, although it wouldn't hurt him, to show that he had at least some courtesy and could play nice, even if he chose to play otherwise. Klaus began to flick on a few different things so Hope couldn't focus her hearing too much on them before walking to the middle of the kitchen, his arms crossing over his chest, giving Wyatt the ever so famous Klaus smirk. "How are you, Wyatt? In the most genuine and honest sense; how are you? Its been forever and a day."

Wyatt stepped into the kitchen and strolled down along the length of the island counter 'til he reached the end of it, then swiftly turned on his heels and crossed his arms over his chest. He glanced up at Klaus, who was tapping and flicking things - Wyatt knew what he was trying to do. As Klaus asked how he was, Wyatt sighed and turned to the blender. He flicked its switch on and put the setting to 4, the machinery whirring to life and causing a loud noise that would drown out their voices so Hope wouldn't be able to hear them. With that, he sighed once again and turned to look back at Klaus, shrugging his shoulders as he crossed his arms over his chest, eyebrows raised.

"I don't know," he answered truthfully. Hope glared at the door, she heard the flick things on, the volume more than enough to muffle their voices, which annoyed her. Hope sighed, shaking her head at their behaviour, she lifted her hand away from the rubik's cube, with a lazy flick, and at the very moment she did so, all the machinery in the kitchen turned off. She smirked a little to herself, proud of her small victory. Klaus nodded at the noise and even though it gave him a migraine, it would have to do for the time being, "What do you mean you don't know, it's a simple question. It's been a little over a century and you only have that you don't know?" He began to shake his head with a little laugh, he wasn't buying it at all. Even though he seemed that he didn't care, deep down past all the evil, he did genuinely care a bit. This was the man that traveled around the world with Klaus and back. The man who had spent most of the fun memories that Klaus with and he did want to see him happy, but he won't say that out loud. Instead, he will just ask him one last time and expect a more elaborate answer, "How are you?"

Wyatt stared at Klaus for a moment and licked his lips. He blinked a couple of times in rapid succession, a deep frown creeping onto his features as he glanced off to the side, pondering. How was he? Hope had asked him that question last week, and he hadn't known how to answer then either. What an uncomfortable question for a complex man... a complex creature. Sociopath. Monster. Killer. Vampire. So many adjectives; so many nouns. He took a deep breath and looked at Klaus again, lifting his head slightly as his lips parted but no words quite came out. Finally, he settled on repeating himself.

"I don't know."

Hope narrowed her eyes as she listened, neither of them seemed to have noticed the lack of noise that had settled, after she had turned the machinery off, leaving them with no cover. She supposed that must say alot about how intense the atmosphere was in there, and she settled down in her chair, setting the finished rubrik's cube on the dining room table, and crossing her arms over her chest. Klaus had looked at the floor while he waited while Wyatt searched for a response a response and listened one he found he. It had finally processed in his mind that Wyatt had not only been telling the truth, but there was a small strain in his eyes that was hidden past the century that had gone past, "I believe you." It was like Klaus was looking through everything Wyatt had been through without being told once he lookedinto Wyatt's eyes. Once he was going to respond he began to flick at the machinery to try to turn it back on before realizing what Hope had done, jamming all the machinery, "If you'd like to join the conversation, love, just walk in here and face it like a Mikaelson." He half expected her to walk into the room, but he heard her still working at the rubiks cube so who would know. Hope snorted audibly from the other room, she'd started the rubik's cube from the beginning, trying to beat her personal record, she tilted her head up and replied sarcastically,

"Sorry, father dearest, I haven't received either the training or the manual on how to be a Mikaelson. Twenty years wasted, what a heathen I am." She sighed in a mocking dramatic fashion. Smirking to herself, grinning at the rubik's cube as she focused on beating it. Wyatt maintained eye contact with Niklaus as the man stared him down; he didn't back away from it, refused to, and simply held his composure as his old friend's faze bore into his soul. He let out a small breath when Klaus looked away, turning his attention to the blender before addressing Hope. Wyatt hadn't even noticed what she'd done up until that point, and he was a mixture of impressed and irritated: impressed at her abilities, irritated that she'd tried to eavesdrop. Either way, he supposed it mattered not. Nothing had really been said. At Hope's response, he merely arched an eyebrow.

"You love to use that against me, huh? Once more, not my fault," he sang out in a joyous yet annoyed tone before turning his attention back to Wyatt with a shake of the head, "She gets that smart mouth from her mother." Klaus relaxed a bit and let himself lean back against the wall, as he tried to collect his thoughts, what was he to say next? "You're being serious about being with Hope," it was more like he was saying it to him instead of asking, convincing himself more than anything at that point, "And you're not a fool, you know I can kill you." He continued to list off things in his mind not saying them out. He could easily keep them apart, well, maybe not easily, but it was possible, "You must actually care for her."

Hope rolled her eyes, and with another lazy flick of her wrist, the machines all kickstarted and came back to life, giving them back their precious cover. Wyatt eyed Klaus closely as the man spoke, listing off ways and hows and whys, questioning him, and when the man fell quiet Wyatt felt it only right that he knew what Klaus was thinking, since for all he knew it could be various ways and reasons to justify killing a friend. He sorted through the man's head, hearing the ifs and buts, feeling himself stiffen a little at the pondering.

"I do," he answered stonily, looking Klaus dead in the eye. "I do care for her."

Klaus licked his lips slowly, knowing damn well that Wyatt had been going through his mind, that was one thing he couldn't control nor stand that Wyatt had the upper hand in, but for the most part, he had learned to keep his mind blocked off as much as possible. Once Wyatt had spoken again and the machines kicked back on he nodded, "That's my little girl," he whispered, even with the supernatural hearing, it was almost as if Klaus hadn't said it at all, "And I only just got her back into my life."

Hope didn't bother trying to listen to what they were saying in the kitchen, now that she'd used her powers for something, she had this undeniable need to channel the unused energy and potential into something, and so, Hope set her rubik's cube down on the table and headed outside, and onto the porch. She screwed her mouth up, unsure of what she wanted to do, and then she closed her eyes, with a deep exhale, and the autumn leaves that lay in unorganised heaps on the front lawn, rustled. She cracked an eye open, a smile starting to develop on her face. She closed her eye again and concentrated, a small collection of different shades of leaves were suddenly elevated in the air, and shot towards her, and when she opened her eyes, they were floating around her. Hope laughed, eyes bright as she watched the leaves in wonder.

Wyatt sighed a little, pulling out a stool from under the breakfast bar and sitting down on it. He propped his feet up on its rung, knees bent and positioned outward, crossing his arms over his chest as he licked his lips and nodded his head a little before looking up at Klaus.

"There was a time in my life, Niklaus, where you were the closest thing to a brother that I'd had since Jakobe was stolen from me," he said, voice low and sincere as he looked the man in the eye. "And even after, despite so much time apart and despite me knowing what you did to my mind, I still think of you as my truest friend. And your daughter? I neither plan to hurt her nor steal her from you, Nik. I know what family means to you." Wyatt looked Klaus up and down, before looking him in the eye once more. "You honestly doubt that? You think I have an ulterior motive with her?" He cocked his head to the side a little, giving Klaus a look. "Come on, Klaus. I know there's a part of you inside that knows - you know me better than that."

Klaus hated to admit that anyone but himself was right, so he didn't give Wyatt that satisfaction so he just looked away then back at him with a small smirk . It took a second for Klaus to finally relish in the fact that Wyatt and his daughter were to be a couple, or whatever they felt like being, because they were both adults and they both had feelings, despite Wyatt's sociopathic tendencies. Memories began to burn themselves in his mind as he thought about Wyatt's words. When all of his family had turned on him, Wyatt stood by his side and helped him realize what true loyalty was. Wyatt was his right hand man throughout the entire time they had been together, and even a few inbetween moment. And even now after knowing all that Klaus had put him through, he stood bearing his soul. And yet it was still one of the hardest thing for Klaus to repay him that loyalty with a simple agreement. "Okay. I approve. You have to see it from my view, though. I've seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I don't want my daughter to be another body or another one nightstand."

Wyatt watched Klaus as he processed this, and felt himself almost smile at the familiarity of that smirk on his face. He knew that Klaus was most likely calling to mind all of their adventures together, all the things they did, everything they saw, the times they stood by each other. Wyatt licked his lips, tilting his head a little as he watched Niklaus speculatively. As Niklaus began to talk of Wyatt's worst sides, the man himself nodded and ducked his head a little.

"She's not another notch on my bedpost," he said quietly.

Hope brought one of her hands up from her lap until it was level with her shoulder, and began to rotate the index finger, slowly, and as if on cue, the leaves all began to spin at an almost hypnotising rate. She inhaled almost breathlessly, her breath hitched in her throat, her eyes travelled slowly over every single leaf, taking the time to memorise every single detail. It was something beautiful and breathtaking, the late evening rays of sunlight bled dimly through the leaves, illuminating them and adding to the effect of what Hope had performed.

Klaus finally circled round to Wyatt, although Wyatt was taller, he didn't feel a bit intimidated at all. The stare that Klaus was giving Wyatt was one of pure death. He stared him in the eyes, tilting his head back before giving Wyatt a bright smile and extending his arm forward offering his hand. "With this, I give you my word I will not try and come between your relationship with my daughter. You two can handle what you need to do with each other and that will be all. I will watch from the sidelines as long as the pair of you need me to." The words were truthful, despite how much he hated to stand behind and let things unfold, not having a clear cut plan for everything.

Wyatt looked Klaus in the eye then glanced down at the hand being offered towards him, and a small smile made its way onto his face. He extended his arm and clasped Klaus' hand in his, wrapping his fingers around the man's palm, thumb tucking over, and shook the man's hand with a firm, steady grip. His other hand clapped Niklaus' shoulder in a mildly affectionate gesture, the sort you'd give to a close friend or a brother. His brow furrowed a little as he smiled, and he nodded his head once, simply.

Hope brought her other hand up, keeping the other one stubbornly where it was, her hands were now level, and slowly, she turned her hands so that her palms were facing upwards, and pushed upwards, experimentally,

"This is so cliche." She mumbled to herself, smirking, an awed look still firmly imprinted on her features. In synchronisation with her movements, the leaves lifted up so that they were hanging over her head, swirling and dancing slowly, still. She grinned, her lips parting to reveal her teeth as she did so, her neck craned slightly so she could admire them, the light hitting them more effectively.

Klaus threw his other hand onto Wyatt's shoulder, mocking his actions with a nod, and his smile growing more at this sense of familiar actions. Once the moment had seemed over he pulled away from Wyatt and listened to Hope talk to herself outside with his nod turning into a shake. He walked towards the dining room door and into the living room to walk outside, knowing that Wyatt would follow him, "What is she up to?" he asked himself before finally walking outside.

Wyatt sighed a little as Niklaus walked away and scrubbed at his face with his hands, eyes falling shut for a brief moment as he struggled with some kind of tug in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't depict what it was, couldn't define it - an emotion? Some kind of feeling? Who knew. With a huff, he shook his head and stood straighter, following Niklaus out to the front porch.

Klaus placed his hands on his hips and squinted his eyes a bit as he watched Hope continue to play with the leaves and completely ignore them, the smile that was on his face growing into a full on grin. He thought about her as a child playing out in the leaves when they would first fall, and then he began to think about her in the snow and all the snowmen and snowangels he would've made with her.

Wyatt looked at Hope and eyed her as she played about with her magic, using it to manipulate the wind and the leaves. He huffed a little, a small, faint laugh slipping under his breath, and shook his head with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned up against the arch of the porch, kicking his leg out over the other and crossing them both at the ankles as he leaned. He glanced between the father and daughter, watching them with interest. Klaus could be so human, so expressive, when he was unguarded.

Hope was completely unaware that they were now standing behind her, she was too wrapped up in the joy her magic was bringing her, and the absolute raw beauty of nature in that moment. She pulled her hands down in a wave motion, downwards, the leaves flowing downwards and then lifting back up to merge into one cluster. Soon after she pulled her palms apart, the leaves separating and hovering apart once again. She giggled faintly.

Klaus moved hesitantly toward Hope and grabbed one of the leaves that was flying in front of him and he looked over at her to see her smile and how it brought such light to him, it made him feel like he was an actual person with feelings and not some psycho hybrid who had gotten a werewolf pregnant and had a kid. Although, that is what happened. He finally spoke to her after clearing his throat, "We've talked it out, it's fine now. I promise."

Wyatt watched the two interact silently, remaining at his post on the porch. He saw no need, nor felt any desire, to intervene or join them, so he remained where he was, simply watching and listening to the hybrid and his tribrid daughter. He snorted silently, a small thing that shook his shoulder and had him smirking. What a pair they were. Hope glanced at Klaus, shocked out of her reverie, the leaves all dropping to the ground, she looked at them in dismay, a small crease appearing in her brow, which was then immediately smoothed out, and the dismay was replaced by surprise and joy. She took an extended step towards him, her arms out to grab his arms, clutching onto the material as she scoured her father's face for any sign of deception, she found none,

"What are you saying?" She asked, just as breathless as she was when controlling the leaves. Klaus shook his head at how happy and alive his daughter was and how happy and alive it made him feel. Usually he would see this as a sign of weakness, love of any kind only messed with one's mind and his relationships with others. But he didn't care. He pulled her into the hug and held her close, looking at Wyatt as the pair of them hugged before closing his eyes, "If you two would like to date, then do so."

Wyatt nodded his head silently as he looked over at the two of them, a small hum of grateful acknowledgement making itself known. He sighed softly and let his eyes fall shut, tipping his head back to turn his face towards the sunset, just barely feeling its heat on his skin. Sometimes, he wished he could still feel warmth like he had when he was a human; but overall it didn't really matter that much to him. Hope sighed contentedly, squeezing Klaus lightly, turning her head so that her mouth was aligned somewhat with his ear,

"Thank you so much." She whispered to him, a passion and sincerety in her tone that was strictly undeniable.