[sorry, not sorry, klaus isn't stifling the giggle he lets out at what a sight his brother is right now. the only thing missing? the oversized blanket he usually leaves on there, but it's been so cold, he'd been keeping it on his bed.

tossing himself across the mattress for it, his fingers hook the comforter, drape it around his shoulders while he readjusts again, props his cheek up this time.]

Like, you didn't get his name? We do, yeah, and I guess nothing would. This time, it's just way fucking weirder.

[or in his opinion, anyway! and hey, it wasn't meant to be offensive for whatever it's worth?] I know that, Ben, sheesh! I'm telling you, you don't have to fight, alright? Plenty of other people will volunteer.