There’s an obvious ease of tension in the body next to his, and Klaus ignores the way noticing that makes his heart skip a beat in his chest. Just the alcohol. Or the stress of staring down his third Apocalypse in as many years. It’s nice, though, knowing he’s part of that relaxed set of Ben’s shoulders right now.
He snorts softly. “Well, yeah— none of us wanted to stay. Not after Five disappeared. After Ben died…” and he knows that will be awkward, not because he doesn’t know this fact about the Umbrella’s version of him, but because it sounds so much like he’s talking about him, instead of to him; but Klaus knows that in the very small amount of time the lot of them have been under one roof, Ben has heard comparison after comparison to their Ben. The better one. The nicer one. And on and on and on. But Klaus thinks… treating them like different people is a better plan. “Luther was the only one that stayed, the rest of us ditched the second we had a chance.”
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He snorts softly. “Well, yeah— none of us wanted to stay. Not after Five disappeared. After Ben died…” and he knows that will be awkward, not because he doesn’t know this fact about the Umbrella’s version of him, but because it sounds so much like he’s talking about him, instead of to him; but Klaus knows that in the very small amount of time the lot of them have been under one roof, Ben has heard comparison after comparison to their Ben. The better one. The nicer one. And on and on and on. But Klaus thinks… treating them like different people is a better plan. “Luther was the only one that stayed, the rest of us ditched the second we had a chance.”