Even back when they were younger, Klaus had forgone getting their father's acceptance, using drugs and alcohol after each training session to dampen the skills he'd been honing so keenly before. He would never be what Reginald wanted him to, so why try to impress the man?
He rolls his eyes at Ben's response, although his mouth upturns anyway. "Don't be ridiculous," he chides gently. While they move, he flickers his gaze between their feet and his brother's face, studying the way he smiles, how they move in tandem. "You're doing great, mate." His left eye closes in a wink then he momentarily focuses on their shoes again, the slight buzz he's feeling himself tingling his fingertips.
"Yeah, yeah." He's glancing back up, just in time to watch the nearby lights dance across Ben's face and— Oh, those are... definitely fingers sliding between his own, coaxing him into peeking down from his peripheral at their now interlocked hands, though rather than pull away, he gives a reassuring squeeze then increases the pace of his swing. "Sure you can! Knew you had it in you all along."
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He rolls his eyes at Ben's response, although his mouth upturns anyway. "Don't be ridiculous," he chides gently. While they move, he flickers his gaze between their feet and his brother's face, studying the way he smiles, how they move in tandem. "You're doing great, mate." His left eye closes in a wink then he momentarily focuses on their shoes again, the slight buzz he's feeling himself tingling his fingertips.
"Yeah, yeah." He's glancing back up, just in time to watch the nearby lights dance across Ben's face and— Oh, those are... definitely fingers sliding between his own, coaxing him into peeking down from his peripheral at their now interlocked hands, though rather than pull away, he gives a reassuring squeeze then increases the pace of his swing. "Sure you can! Knew you had it in you all along."