Not fucking here was very much a Klaus response and although it was flippant and a little bothered, it clearly wasn't letting on to the full awful scale it must have been for his brother. Klaus wasn't alone ever. This experience had probably been downright terrifying. That Klaus had managed keeping clean was a true testament to his strength. Ben was, in spades, proud and also concerned. "Well no shit," he said, instead of speaking his thoughts.
It was weird when Klaus let him go and backed up a little and he had to resist the urge to step forward, to reach out for his brother again to keep at least a little contact going because what if he didn't get to do it again? Instead he actively wrung his hands together. "That's not a thing," he said warily. "I'm dead, Klaus."
Still. He kicked at the ground experimentally and scuffed up dirt like he was actually there and solid and someone who could do stuff like that. "Did Five send us here on accident?" He didn't ask where Five was, their older-younger brother had a habit of coming and going as he pleased even more than Klaus.