Emotional whiplash is unfortunately a thing; Klaus has no idea how he should be feeling now, bouncing between worried and happy and feeling like garbage. Was it his fault? Ben had been enjoying himself, didn't seem like he had been fearful of that brief moment where they'd lost one another. "Don't feel bad. Everyone needs a babysitter when they're fucked up."

He's admittedly taken aback by the giggle for a minute, lower lip tucking between his teeth so he can chew for a frantic moment, until Ben says he'd liked it. "She should'a asked you before just slipping something to you, but it'll be okay." Who's he trying to reassure, Ben or himself? Probably yes.

With his brother leaning back into his neck, it's hard to focus on anything except the warmth against his throat, but Ben finally relinquishes and Klaus breathes a mostly silent, relieved sigh. "Let's go, then." He skims his fingers up the side of Ben's neck, moves them to cup his nape and hold him in place while he leans them back somewhat, his other hand dropping to the shorter male's side to guide him off the barstool.