"You're a better brother than I ever deserved," he mumbles quietly, shifting a little to let Ben settle in whatever position is most comfortable for him--because Klaus is comfortable in any position so Ben's comfort is what matters.
"How am I the best person you know?" He isn't asking for the self-assurance, but because he genuinely can't understand it. He doesn't see anything good when he looks in a mirror, so it doesn't make much sense to him that anyone else could ever, either.
He nods a little at that promise, tracing idle patterns against the material of Ben's shirt with one finger. "That's what they kept saying... but-- it won't be the same." He blinks, hard, and feels another set of tears roll down the side of his face with the action. "You won't be able to hug me anymore." He hasn't asked the older Klauses about it, but he's pretty sure that's something he'll miss the most.
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"How am I the best person you know?" He isn't asking for the self-assurance, but because he genuinely can't understand it. He doesn't see anything good when he looks in a mirror, so it doesn't make much sense to him that anyone else could ever, either.
He nods a little at that promise, tracing idle patterns against the material of Ben's shirt with one finger. "That's what they kept saying... but-- it won't be the same." He blinks, hard, and feels another set of tears roll down the side of his face with the action. "You won't be able to hug me anymore." He hasn't asked the older Klauses about it, but he's pretty sure that's something he'll miss the most.