Watching Ben finally come around is both a relief and disappointing; he's happy the other male is alright, yet feels kind of bad for dragging him out of the obvious blissful state he's in. He could've been real invasive and started looking him over to see what the damage was, but that'd mean he would have to use his injured hand, which he's hesitant to look at right now.

The arm goes flying past his face, missing his nose by inches, making him reel back somewhat when Ben shouts with glee. Klaus heaves a relieved breath then slumps beneath the weight, unable to fight his own laughter at the sight of Ben losing it. Frightened though he'd been, it feels so sublime to see his brother react this way-- like he legitimately feels alive.

"Hell yeah, you did!" he praises, noting the quivering hold on his shirt then reaching to clap his good hand onto Ben's shoulder. "My man, that was extraordinary! You feel okay? Heartbeat slowing down a little now that you're coming around?"

If not, they'll have to do some deep breathing to fix that, but it should be fine.