That smile. He has a feeling it doesn't surface much. This one, which feels and looks more genuine than anything else Klaus thinks he's seen on Ben's face the entire time they've been here. It's nice. It's even better knowing that on some level, he's kind of the reason for it.

"This was my room, when this was our house," he says in way of eventual explanation. That had been the draw of this room, specifically. He shift a little and reaches up to trace his fingers along the wall by the bed in a pattern that isn't there to follow. Blank. Empty. Bare. It looks... so strange to him without any of his scribbled writings and quick drawings on it.