Ben isn't warm, but Klaus couldn't care less. Ben's face is pressed into his neck, cool and comforting and he can feel Ben's fingers digging into his back, and suddenly he's past crying. He's pressing his face into Ben's shoulder, and his narrow shoulders shake for a moment, and he sobs a little, inhaling against Ben's shoulder.

Half-laughing and half-crying, he lifts his head, eyes red and bright, cheeks wet with tears.

"You smell good."