Ben twists around in the bath and wraps his arms around him, presses his chest against Klaus' and he opens his arms, pulls Ben close against him, wraps his arms around him, both legs lifting up so his knees are pulled up protectively on either side of Ben's body. His fingers curl, he clings to his brother, digging fingertips into his skin, firm but not firm enough to hurt.
They're quiet for a long time, Klaus runs his hands against Ben's back, reassuring himself of his brother's solidness, his presence. He squeezes at the back of Ben's neck and slides his fingers into his hair, tugging at it gently, stroking it to the side. He hasn't touched someone like this since Dave, and for some reason that feeling gets stuck in his head, it's not the same because Ben is his brother, but parts of it feel the same. Arms around him, his fingers in someone's hair.
Then the tears start. He cries silently, chest heaving in little sobs, his eyes squeezing closed as he squeezes so hard he worries about squeezing the breath out of Ben, but he can't bring himself to let go.
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Date: 2019-05-06 04:23 am (UTC)They're quiet for a long time, Klaus runs his hands against Ben's back, reassuring himself of his brother's solidness, his presence. He squeezes at the back of Ben's neck and slides his fingers into his hair, tugging at it gently, stroking it to the side. He hasn't touched someone like this since Dave, and for some reason that feeling gets stuck in his head, it's not the same because Ben is his brother, but parts of it feel the same. Arms around him, his fingers in someone's hair.
Then the tears start. He cries silently, chest heaving in little sobs, his eyes squeezing closed as he squeezes so hard he worries about squeezing the breath out of Ben, but he can't bring himself to let go.