"I can try and relax, or not think about my body, in," he hisses at the exploring tentacles. The one curling around his legs obeys, vanishes back under the sweater, but the one that's caught interest in Klaus ignores Ben entirely and Ben... is too tired to enforce his will over it.

Especially when all it does it curl around Klaus and pull them closer together. Ben whines slightly and threads his arms through the sleeves to reach out to Klaus, hands patting over him slowly, with growing surety. "I can touch you."