Bursting Five's bubble is only mildly disappointing. When the smaller male moves to put his knee down and there's nothing beneath them, the Cheshire-like smile that curves his lips up could maybe be considered smug-- just a tiny amount (which is a huge lie, he looks way too damn proud for his own good).

Thank goodness – for Five, at least – it fades as soon as it'd come, giving way to a far more unhappy, almost pained expression.

"Why must you ask me things I don't know the answer to?" An eye-roll and a groan follow the question, one of his hands stretching out, reaching for any sort of flat surface he can use for stability. Klaus's fingers curl around the railing (is that what his back hit? he isn't sure), gripping hard then pushing with all his might.

By the time he's upright, it almost looks like they're both sitting in an invisible swing Klaus has yet to start pushing. "I just... thought about not falling, about not breaking our damn necks and now—" Well, now they're floating? He makes a vague gesture toward them both, watching his brother through half-lidded eyes.