Klaus did his best to beam at his brother, but the whole expression fell a little flat. He was not well at all, and he knew his brother was being sarcastic about it, but he was just going to do what he did best... pretend that everything was right and great.
Except the room was a little too bright, and everything hurt. He could go for something a little stronger to add to his Orange juice. Instead, he just leaned against the counter for support.
"New exercise regiment, you know how it is. No pain, no gain. Gonna glow or something," He was muttering by the end of the sentence, opening cabinets and wandering around as he looked for something solid to put on his turning stomach.