"Oh," is all he says at first, taking a moment to recall the fact that Ben wouldn't have to worry about acclimating to anything, taking his death into consideration, but it's different now. Ben's alive in this moment, so things must feel a little foreign after a decade and more of being deceased.

"You'll regret saying that when we finally go see the ocean and you're sweating your ass off." Klaus chuckles nonetheless, guiding both hands back to his brother's face and stroking his thumbs over his cheeks. "Or when we go to the mountains and you've got icicles hanging off your eyelashes." For emphasis (but also some other reason he can't quite put his finger on), the taller male leans in and gently kisses Ben's eyelids, lingering a moment longer than necessary at his forehead before withdrawing just as the second pair of shoes hit the floor.

He winces, praying the noise won't wake anyone else, although if it does, he's not worried about someone coming to check since they've already made it home without disrupting anybody. "No, you don't," teases Klaus, giggling yet again while shifting around so he can crawl up toward the headboard and flop on the mattress, head turned, chin propped up on his fists. "It would be nicer if you stayed here, though..."