For a moment, Ben doesn't register what has happened.
Being dead doesn't really feel like anything. He had memories of hot, cold, sharp, soft, but they're just memories, concepts that slip a little further away every day. So when his hands stop moving, there's this moment where he just assumes he's stopped moving on his own.
And then he realises he feels... warmth.
The surge of emotions is almost painful, not the muted emotions of being dead but the actual strong, kick in the gut realisation that in this moment he's real. His hands clench reflexively to grab Klaus', eyes flying open to find Klaus already looking.
He doesn't manage a noise. He just holds and stares.
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Being dead doesn't really feel like anything. He had memories of hot, cold, sharp, soft, but they're just memories, concepts that slip a little further away every day. So when his hands stop moving, there's this moment where he just assumes he's stopped moving on his own.
And then he realises he feels... warmth.
The surge of emotions is almost painful, not the muted emotions of being dead but the actual strong, kick in the gut realisation that in this moment he's real. His hands clench reflexively to grab Klaus', eyes flying open to find Klaus already looking.
He doesn't manage a noise. He just holds and stares.