Klaus is sitting with his legs folded under him, criss-cross-applesauce and looking over the dominoes he's pulled for himself when the older one gives his explanation. His incredibly off-the-wall, nonsensical explanation because--
His faces squinches up, eyes squinted, a frown etched across his forehead, the insult written clearly across every inch of his face, "Ben isn't even in here, you, idi--" But as he's midway toward throwing the barb out at him, the older version of him is stammering through a bunch of bullshit in a weak attempt to cover the tracks of what he'd just, inadvertently, laid out on the ground in admission.
"Wait... n- you... is he?" His voice hits a little bit of a higher pitch on those last two words, his face threatening to crumble depending on the answer his doppelganger gave to that question. Dominoes abandoned, his heart slamming too hard in his chest at the implication he'd just been handed, his eyes stay trained on the older Klaus practically begging to be wrong, to have misunderstood.
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His faces squinches up, eyes squinted, a frown etched across his forehead, the insult written clearly across every inch of his face, "Ben isn't even in here, you, idi--" But as he's midway toward throwing the barb out at him, the older version of him is stammering through a bunch of bullshit in a weak attempt to cover the tracks of what he'd just, inadvertently, laid out on the ground in admission.
"Wait... n- you... is he?" His voice hits a little bit of a higher pitch on those last two words, his face threatening to crumble depending on the answer his doppelganger gave to that question. Dominoes abandoned, his heart slamming too hard in his chest at the implication he'd just been handed, his eyes stay trained on the older Klaus practically begging to be wrong, to have misunderstood.