"Shhh," Klaus hushes softly, reaching to give Five's head an affectionate little pat after it drops back against his chest. "See? Don't fight it, old man. Just chill for a minute or you'll end up making it worse."

Although, the longer they sit there, the more bizarre the feeling starts to become. That, and he's pretty sure he glanced down and saw his brother's legs dangling near his sides. "Hey, uhm... Five?" He shuts his eyes tight, vigorously shakes his head (almost to the point of painful), then reopens them-- and sure as shit, they are goddamn floating right now.

"Okay, so, don't freak out or anything? But I think we miiight be floating." Oh, there's no 'might' about it: they are absolutely hovering a good three feet from the actual floor.