Klaus' voice is grounding. It helps Ben forget about panicking about breathing and instead focus on his brother, on his voice and the way he's breathing and the offer of a warm sweater.
It's been a long time since he's had to put on clothing. He pulls it close and then on, doesn't bother slipping his arms into the sleeves and instead tucks his knees to his chest and pulls the whole misshapen thing over his legs as well to try and conserve heat.
One hand squirms between his legs and stomach to press against his skin and the contented rumble from within. He doesn't know why they're smugly happy, but he knows they are. "I don't know what I did," he finally whispers. And then attempts to wriggle backwards into Klaus' embrace and body, shivering.
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It's been a long time since he's had to put on clothing. He pulls it close and then on, doesn't bother slipping his arms into the sleeves and instead tucks his knees to his chest and pulls the whole misshapen thing over his legs as well to try and conserve heat.
One hand squirms between his legs and stomach to press against his skin and the contented rumble from within. He doesn't know why they're smugly happy, but he knows they are. "I don't know what I did," he finally whispers. And then attempts to wriggle backwards into Klaus' embrace and body, shivering.