And Klaus will accept responsibility, taking his usual lack of regard for other people into consideration. At least if he gets Ben someplace in the house where the others won't question them both, it'll be easier to take the blame for everything.

He's bobbing and weaving between other people in the crowd, frantically searching with an unfocused gaze for his brother, though to no avail, it would seem. The rising agitation has him trembling by the time he breaks away from the mass of bodies, widened eyes darting every which way, his concern made even more evident when he starts asking people nearby about seeing the other male. Some have, though they can't give him clear directions while inebriated as they are, so he abandons that idea.

It's on his way to the bar for another round of shots to calm his nerves when he spots Ben, exhales a heavy, yet relieved sigh and abandons his drinks to go rushing toward him. "Ben! Ben!" he shouts, shouldering past a couple without so much as an apology, letting out an undignified yelp once someone catches his arm. "Get off me," comes out in a growl, his other hand reaching to shove at the far larger man's face.

This is... probably not going to end well? But he found Ben, saw that he's okay for the time being, and that fixes one problem.