He waves a hand, as if dismissing the whole concept of doubles. Maybe this is his Ben. Maybe it's not. But he really doesn't want to think about it much, and he really doesn't want to think about a living Ben walking around, because it'll just end up getting him all riled up about how every Ben should be living, and despite all appearances, Klaus doesn't particularly enjoy being riled up.
Instead he slides his skinny ass onto the desk and takes a load off his feet, braces his hands on the desk and leans back, looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully.
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He waves a hand, as if dismissing the whole concept of doubles. Maybe this is his Ben. Maybe it's not. But he really doesn't want to think about it much, and he really doesn't want to think about a living Ben walking around, because it'll just end up getting him all riled up about how every Ben should be living, and despite all appearances, Klaus doesn't particularly enjoy being riled up.
Instead he slides his skinny ass onto the desk and takes a load off his feet, braces his hands on the desk and leans back, looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully.
"This sure is a thing."