He's certain he rattled something pretty good, considering the spots blinking into his vision, but he flutters his eyelashes, tries to clear them away when he hears Five asking if he's okay. It sounds a little far away or like he's underwater-- he can't quite explain it.

"'Course I did," he huffs, inhaling deep, holding a moment then exhaling slow. "F-Fine. Think I'm just a little rattled, but that'll pass." Against his better judgement, Klaus ignores the throbbing of his backside, lifts up onto his elbow and brings his attention to Five's face, the edges of his lips quirked slightly.

Something feels off for one reason or another, like, had the banister always been this high up? He can't immediately remember, but, "Better question: are you okay? We should probably get you into bed." A pause, his brow furrowing when the odd swimming sensation drifts through him a second time. "Just, uh... give me a minute?"