Despite the kiss-- no, despite everything that's happening at this exact moment, all Klaus can think about is: what the hell did that girl pop into his brother's mouth? A muscle relaxer? Some anti-psychotic? E? Well, there's one way to figure it out, he supposes.
"Cold?" he inquires, rubbing his thumbs across Ben's cheeks, the left side of his face quirking. "Okay, so that tells me you're warm." Rather than continue standing where someone else might run into them (or what's his nut decides Klaus deserves the beating he was going to give him), he guides them off from the dance floor a ways, doing his best to make sure he doesn't look as worried as he actually is.
It's cute, watching Ben nuzzling into his hands like an affectionate kitten, but he's still too concerned to focus on that just yet. "You feel fine? I'd say you look fine, but your pupils are huge, sweetness. That tells me something is up." He draws them further way, glancing from side-to-side, making certain he's not going to run them into any other people on his way to get closer to the bar.
"Tell me what else you're feeling besides 'fine,' yeah?" He continues leading, eventually sees an open seat nearby and oh-so-gently urges Ben to sit-- and if he won't do that, then he'll encourage him to lean on it, at least.
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Date: 2019-04-07 07:42 am (UTC)"Cold?" he inquires, rubbing his thumbs across Ben's cheeks, the left side of his face quirking. "Okay, so that tells me you're warm." Rather than continue standing where someone else might run into them (or what's his nut decides Klaus deserves the beating he was going to give him), he guides them off from the dance floor a ways, doing his best to make sure he doesn't look as worried as he actually is.
It's cute, watching Ben nuzzling into his hands like an affectionate kitten, but he's still too concerned to focus on that just yet. "You feel fine? I'd say you look fine, but your pupils are huge, sweetness. That tells me something is up." He draws them further way, glancing from side-to-side, making certain he's not going to run them into any other people on his way to get closer to the bar.
"Tell me what else you're feeling besides 'fine,' yeah?" He continues leading, eventually sees an open seat nearby and oh-so-gently urges Ben to sit-- and if he won't do that, then he'll encourage him to lean on it, at least.