[ There is an implicit promise in that small word - that, in the future, when things are bad, he will try to let it be Klaus's turn again. They had leaned on one another equally when they were young, as Ben remembers it. Even in their mid-teens, when Klaus went from being high some of the time to high most of the time, he'd still always been there for Ben if he needed him. It was only after he'd died that things had shifted. He'd never been in danger, never needed anything. And so Klaus had always been the one in distress, Ben had always been the one trying to pull him back to his feet.
He's not sure it's going to be possible, to go back to how it was, as if all those lopsided years hadn't happened. But he's willing to try. At least for tonight.
So when Klaus encourages him to just sleep here, the two of them sharing the bed like they had when they were small, Ben gives a small nod. Even if he hadn't said that many words in total, he feel like he has communicated a lot in the last few minutes, and it's drained him even further. He doesn't say anything else as he kicks off his boots and sinks onto his side, stretching out on the bed on one side.
Klaus had been wise to suggest it. The idea of getting up, choosing one of the empty beds to be his, putting sheets on it, getting the room all set up, and then laying down by himself to sleep for the first time in fourteen years - that all seems so impossibly complicated. But this bed is still warm, already messy, like he's just going back to sleep. Ben exhales long and slow, and there's audible relief in it. ]
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[ There is an implicit promise in that small word - that, in the future, when things are bad, he will try to let it be Klaus's turn again. They had leaned on one another equally when they were young, as Ben remembers it. Even in their mid-teens, when Klaus went from being high some of the time to high most of the time, he'd still always been there for Ben if he needed him. It was only after he'd died that things had shifted. He'd never been in danger, never needed anything. And so Klaus had always been the one in distress, Ben had always been the one trying to pull him back to his feet.
He's not sure it's going to be possible, to go back to how it was, as if all those lopsided years hadn't happened. But he's willing to try. At least for tonight.
So when Klaus encourages him to just sleep here, the two of them sharing the bed like they had when they were small, Ben gives a small nod. Even if he hadn't said that many words in total, he feel like he has communicated a lot in the last few minutes, and it's drained him even further. He doesn't say anything else as he kicks off his boots and sinks onto his side, stretching out on the bed on one side.
Klaus had been wise to suggest it. The idea of getting up, choosing one of the empty beds to be his, putting sheets on it, getting the room all set up, and then laying down by himself to sleep for the first time in fourteen years - that all seems so impossibly complicated. But this bed is still warm, already messy, like he's just going back to sleep. Ben exhales long and slow, and there's audible relief in it. ]
These beds are comfier than they look.