[It doesn't really register at first, that something is different about Ben. It doesn't click that Ben is holding and carrying himself differently, that Ben seems a little unsteady in his body. He's just, frankly, so happy to see him after months of being separated. All that time alone, without any of his siblings, in a place where he was sober and had to navigate friendships with people who hadn't grown up with him, had made him realize how much he mentally and emotionally relied on Ben as a sort of invisible safety blanket. A person who was always with him, watching over him even if he couldn't do much to help protect him or get him out of bad situations.
Frankly, Klaus had never really felt so alone until he woke up all by himself in Hadriel.
But still, his instinct isn't to reach for Ben because there would be no point. He can go right through him, as he tends to remind Ben every time Ben tries to block his path to something he'd rather Klaus didn't get to. Instead, it's Ben who's reaching for him, pressing his hand against Klaus' arm.
For just a second, Klaus stays completely still, staring down at his brother's warm, solid hand on his arm, then looking back up at Ben's face, then back down to Ben's hand. A moment later, he's shifting into quick motion, pulling Ben's hand between his own, hissing through his teeth thoughtlessly as it jars the injury on his shoulder to move his right one. Pressing two fingers against Ben's pulse point, Klaus stares at him with his own heart beating hard and fast in his chest.]
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Frankly, Klaus had never really felt so alone until he woke up all by himself in Hadriel.
But still, his instinct isn't to reach for Ben because there would be no point. He can go right through him, as he tends to remind Ben every time Ben tries to block his path to something he'd rather Klaus didn't get to. Instead, it's Ben who's reaching for him, pressing his hand against Klaus' arm.
For just a second, Klaus stays completely still, staring down at his brother's warm, solid hand on his arm, then looking back up at Ben's face, then back down to Ben's hand. A moment later, he's shifting into quick motion, pulling Ben's hand between his own, hissing through his teeth thoughtlessly as it jars the injury on his shoulder to move his right one. Pressing two fingers against Ben's pulse point, Klaus stares at him with his own heart beating hard and fast in his chest.]
Holy shit, Ben. You have a pulse!