Klaus is all about some gaming, but to be honest, he's been at it for awhile, his joints are stiff from sitting in the same position for too long and... he's growing bored of it anyway. "Show me," he says, leaning over the edge of the couch to reach with the barest tips of his fingers to slide the controller back over to where he could reach, just so he could toss it in the general direction of his brother. It might hit him in the face, or he might catch it, who knows.