"No," he says simply, blinking widened eyes up at Five. "I've always thought about recreating that song, but looks like you beat me to it."

Considering the fact he's slowly beginning to sober up, it's easier to see that his brother looks like absolute shit warmed over. The fact he's hanging from the ceiling certainly can't be helping the matter, so obviously, this means Klaus needs to find a way to help him down, but how do?

In all fairness, he does think it's hilarious, yet his concern is overriding the amusement and he's gripping the railing tighter while thinking-- which is when it occurs to him: the bannister. He gives it a testing shake, making sure the damn thing isn't wobbly and will be able to support his weight. "No, no, I got this—"

And then he's climbing up on it, arms held out for balance at first before he tentatively stretches them toward Five. "Jump."