"Have we ever been okay?" Ben isn't sure what okay would be like. He doesn't feel cold or like he's shaking apart. He feels a bit nauseous and light headed, but that's almost certainly the after effect of the shock, he remembers things like that from being alive. "I'm as okay as I'm going to be right now," he finally settles on. That seems honest without being worrying.
"Your room? Excuse you, our room. Half that room used to be mine." Yes, he would like to go to their room and put on clothes that aren't his black hoodie and jeans, that will smell like Klaus, or maybe like Diego is they end up having to steal something from him to fit Ben.
Finally, slowly, the desperate grip of the tentacles is loosening and relaxing.
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Date: 2019-07-23 05:39 am (UTC)"Your room? Excuse you, our room. Half that room used to be mine." Yes, he would like to go to their room and put on clothes that aren't his black hoodie and jeans, that will smell like Klaus, or maybe like Diego is they end up having to steal something from him to fit Ben.
Finally, slowly, the desperate grip of the tentacles is loosening and relaxing.