"Maybe," which is likely the easiest thing Klaus has agreed with in a long time, even if it doesn't make much sense. He'd been high at first, so it doesn't seem like an actual explanation, but as it registers, perhaps Five's right? The alcohol he'd drank earlier has worn off and the pills aren't affecting his motor functions as badly—

Except Five's sick and that's not what he should be worrying about. "Oh," a beat, a quick look down then he lowers one leg to plant his foot on the ground, the arm not around his brother's shoulder moving so he can hook underneath one of his thighs and lift him up before dropping the other leg. "That's... a little easier?" And he didn't have to think too hard about it. With Five in his arms now, he takes a tentative step, waits a minute to see if they're going to float back up then scurries down the hall toward his room once it's safe. "How do you feel right now?"