Klaus half expects Ben to make some snide remark, to lecture him on his treatment of Bitter Biker Betty, on the after life, on the newly inherited drinking habit, but no. Instead, Klaus catches the flash of hurt and his expression sobers, his fingers curling tight around the coffee mug, however burnt.

"Well, I didn't say that..." Ben's the only one capable of drawing out a timbre so vulnerable, and it shows in the slight widening his eyes, the nervous huff, the fidget of his fingers around his mug. Pale eyes drop to the coffee, staring it down as if it has answers.

"But you had to run off and save the day, be all heroic, jeez," he huffs, but there's no heat behind it, not like there might be. Now, it's his turn. He doesn't meet his eyes. "... Did it hurt?"