Klaus lets the water run until it's almost spilling over the rim of the tub, and then turns it off, leans back as Ben rests against him and takes his weight. With Ben's back against his chest, he moves his hands to his shoulders, loops his arms around Ben's shoulders so he can run his hands over his upper chest and across his collarbones.

After a moment, he closes his eyes, lets his face rest against Ben's hair, inhaling and exhaling against it, and Ben has a scent. He can smell him, he smells just like he used to before he'd died, and Klaus hadn't really realized that he'd missed it until this moment.

They just sit that way, quiet and adjusting as Klaus feels his brother's trembling slowly subside, keeps running tattooed palms over his skin, reminding him that he's alive. That he can feel again, even if they don't know how it came to be.

"You ready for more heat?"