Pretty sure, but he could be wrong? He is intoxicated, after all.
"Yes way," he confirms, concern furrowing his own brow yet again when Ben frowns like that. Klaus tilts his head, leaning closer, as if it'd help him understand why the other male is bothered. A bit of a mistake, considering the yelling, although Klaus snorts and withdraws the hand on the bar to clap over his face, successfully muffling his own laugh that comes out. "Swear to you, Ben, you're definitely high."
His fingers tap gently across his brother's cheek, a thoughtful gesture while he ponders how to answer. "Home," Klaus decides, relocating his hand from his own face to Ben's shoulder, giving the slightest squeeze. "We can dance there, okay? I promise." So long as they leave the club, get Ben walking to burn off some energy.
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Date: 2019-04-08 07:49 am (UTC)"Yes way," he confirms, concern furrowing his own brow yet again when Ben frowns like that. Klaus tilts his head, leaning closer, as if it'd help him understand why the other male is bothered. A bit of a mistake, considering the yelling, although Klaus snorts and withdraws the hand on the bar to clap over his face, successfully muffling his own laugh that comes out. "Swear to you, Ben, you're definitely high."
His fingers tap gently across his brother's cheek, a thoughtful gesture while he ponders how to answer. "Home," Klaus decides, relocating his hand from his own face to Ben's shoulder, giving the slightest squeeze. "We can dance there, okay? I promise." So long as they leave the club, get Ben walking to burn off some energy.