As it turns out, Klaus would make a terrible bedside physician -- when Five still has a fever he frowns thoroughly before he drops his hand back down.

"...Yeah, I think I could really use it." Even if he's not going to sleep easily, he has a feeling that Five's going to knock out again pretty quick. He doesn't mind that, either, just being settled close to Five -- his brother's not the only one comforted right now. He stretches an arm out in front of him and tucks the blankets around them a little tighter.

"And...thanks, Five." He mumbles the sentiment -- half into the pillow, half into the back of Five's head.