[It's great that even after being separated for a couple months, Ben and Klaus can still communicate wordlessly in their complicated little silent language of brow lifts and facial tension and head tilts and casual gestures. It feels like being home, even if this place is as far from home as they could get. Green eyes stay locked on his brother as Ben's expression tells him how protective Ben is feeling, and then Ben's hand on his belly clarifies just how far he's willing to go to keep Klaus safe.

It probably shows just as clearly on his face how relieved and grateful Klaus is. He really had missed this without realizing how much he had, being around Ben and talking to him and knowing that his brother has his back. It's even better, now that Ben is alive again and solid and able to be hugged and openly involved in things. They don't need their silent language, but it's comforting and wonderful to know they can still do it.]

Hopefully they weren't all killed in the robot uprising.

[Klaus says it jokingly, flippantly, but it is actually something he's wondered about. The bot moves closer, scans the wound, sprays something on it - lidocaine, maybe? Whatever it is, it leaves the wound and the skin around it feeling numb and comfortable, and he just watches as it staples the wound, gives him a shot that doesn't hurt at all, and then goes to get antibiotics. Klaus looks up at his brother, his arms loose around his belly, and he nods.]

Yeah, I haven't slept well in a few weeks. Can't sleep much in the jungle.

[A pause, and Klaus exhales heavily.]

I'm so tired Ben. I used my powers there, and it was just...exhausting. Is it like that for you guys?