He'd felt Klaus close, all warmth and chaos and a low hum that ran down his spine slowly with the music.
He couldn't hear the beating of anyone's heart over the music. He could feel it in Klaus' hand, or imagine he felt it. He was still unmoored by it all. Just not alone.
He squeezed gently. There was definitely some sort of appeal to the idea of doing this in the bath. A private sort of comfort.
The song ended and began to roll into another. The young wizard took off the headphones with his free hand and whispered a soft charm so they could both hear the music Klaus had chosen for them. This place didn't have centuries of magic layered over and over on it. It should be fine, right?