A long drag, and he holds the acrid smoke in his lungs for a moment before exhaling, eyes half-closed while he tries to find some semblance of peace or balance or whatever. Tries to stop being so in his own head because they're both hurting right now and that kind of thing is easier shared.

He glances up when he can see Ben moving out of the corner of his eye, huddling up close to him, and Klaus can tell Ben's a little bit in his own head too. He makes a wan smile, rubs at his eyes.

But then he feels it. The slight cool pressure against his knee, and his head jerks up, he meets Ben's eyes.

"I know man, I know. You've always been there..."

Tentatively, he lowers his hand, rests it over where Ben's is on his knee. And he can feel it, just a little, like Ben's hand has substance, and he holds his breath. Doesn't mention it, just in case he's jinxing it.