Klaus' green eyes lift as Ben says he couldn't leave him on his own, that he gets into trouble even with Ben there. For a moment, he puffs on his cigarette and looks at Ben and remembers a thousand times Ben has kept him from ODing or warned him about some danger he was oblivious to or talked him out of doing something stupid.

Licking his lips, he looks down at where Ben's hand sits on his knee and squeezes. He's not doing it, Ben is, and it feels like a breakthrough. He doesn't know how to process it.

"I guess you could call it getting into trouble, huh...I have heard it called 'pissing my life away.' No idea who might've said that."

He manages to crack a little grin.