"What? N...No, Ben, it's fine." When his brother goes to look, Klaus's instinct is to reach up and turn his face back, but much to his delight, he doesn't have to.

Despite the obvious challenge in Ben's voice, he can tell it won't be difficult to direct his attention away from the fellow they'd (he) run into earlier. Thumbing over his cheek a second time, an absent smile curves his lips, half-lidded eyes watching how the other man nuzzles against his palm. The kiss to his hand surprises him though, if the abrupt gasp he lets out is any indication. He hadn't meant for it to come out; like a slip of the tongue or something he couldn't quite control, which shouldn't be shocking, given his intoxicated state, but— For a third time, he suddenly finds it hard to breathe, distracts himself by burying his face into Ben's shoulder and squeezing him tight.

He can almost feel the smile at his neck, can't resist chuckling in return while he moves his other arm to join the one he's already got around his brother. "Thank you," Klaus mumbles into his shoulder, gently swaying them back and forth, his hips leading more than his feet at this point.