No.

[ her shoulders relent their tight hold for just a moment, sagging under the weight of that admission.

she can't lie, though. not to his face, anyway. the klaus she knew before wasn't unpleasant. he was charming and suave and determinedly in love with her, and caroline hadn't known what to do with that information or how to handle it. she'd made stupid, reckless, disastrous decisions as a result — and then he'd disappeared, and she'd spent the last few months determinedly moving on from it, not thinking about it despite living with his daughter (his daughter, the one he'd made her think somehow was her daughter) and managing to avoid most of the spoilers about her future.

if caroline had any of the memories of her future, she might not have been so surprised. coming and going, building her up only to crash her down — they were highlights of the caroline-and-klaus reality that she has yet to experience, a part of his past and her future that she can't yet understand.

in short: it's still complicated. ]

You weren't unpleasant, Klaus. [ just exhausting, in every possible way. ] Look. Can we... talk about this somewhere that isn't the apartment of my now probably dead neighbor?

[ she doesn't really think that springing his arrival on hope (and thus, getting her invitation) is the right thing to do here, but she doesn't know what to do. maybe they can take a walk. ]

You probably need to eat, anyway.

[ and if biting's out, he's going to need to learn the how-to-vampire ropes. ]