Klaus can feel it and hear it, plain as day, the way Ben's voice hitches when he says 'my Ben' like that, and a second later the tentacles are squeezing around Klaus' body, holding him close while Ben presses his face into Klaus' collarbone. It's true, now that Klaus has actually thought about it - Ben is his, in a way. Ben had died, and he'd been dead now for almost as long as he'd been alive. The whole time he'd been dead, he'd belonged mostly to Klaus, Klaus had been the only one to see him, to talk to him, Klaus had been the one Ben nagged and teased and talked to and encouraged and protected.
Ben has been his for a long time now.
Closing his arms around Ben tighter, he pulls him in as Ben says how he's feeling, refills the hot water. He keeps sliding his fingers through Ben's hair, rubbing his shoulders, his eyes closed, and his chest still hitching with soft sobs.
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Date: 2019-05-27 02:17 am (UTC)Ben has been his for a long time now.
Closing his arms around Ben tighter, he pulls him in as Ben says how he's feeling, refills the hot water. He keeps sliding his fingers through Ben's hair, rubbing his shoulders, his eyes closed, and his chest still hitching with soft sobs.
"I'm fine, Ben, I just missed you. My Ben."