From what he can see, nothing feels broken, though with things like ribs, it can be hard to tell. Klaus reaches down, draws the hem of his t-shirt up and examines his mid-section, breathing a relieved sigh when all he sees are red marks where bruises have already begun to form and a few cuts from where he'd scraped the bricks. His arm feels a bit torn up too, but he shrugs that off, replacing his shirt and gingerly moving to stand.
Wait, what?
Despite the instability of the platform beneath his feet, he rocks himself over to the railing and leans out, vigorously waving his hands as Ben begins getting up. "Ben, no! I'm serious, dude, it's not a good idea!" Oh God, they'd just gotten him back and now Klaus was going to get him killed on a damn dare.
He watches his brother move out of sight, withdraws and clutches his face. "Fuckfuckfuck," he curses to himself, trying to decide what to do, attention directing upward to the base above his head. Okay, well—
"Jesus Christ, Ben, please!" Without thinking too much about it (or the unstable ground beneath his feet), Klaus begins rushing up the broken steps, hoping he can make it to the top and at least make a dive for Ben if he does decide to make the jump.
i mean, yes, but also: a really deadly leap
Wait, what?
Despite the instability of the platform beneath his feet, he rocks himself over to the railing and leans out, vigorously waving his hands as Ben begins getting up. "Ben, no! I'm serious, dude, it's not a good idea!" Oh God, they'd just gotten him back and now Klaus was going to get him killed on a damn dare.
He watches his brother move out of sight, withdraws and clutches his face. "Fuckfuckfuck," he curses to himself, trying to decide what to do, attention directing upward to the base above his head. Okay, well—
"Jesus Christ, Ben, please!" Without thinking too much about it (or the unstable ground beneath his feet), Klaus begins rushing up the broken steps, hoping he can make it to the top and at least make a dive for Ben if he does decide to make the jump.