Klaus | Ben
Klaus didn't even have to open his eyes to know that it was Ben there beside him as he danced, Ben who looked like he didn't ever dance a day in his life. Or his death. Or the weeks since he'd found his way back to life again.
As usual they simply managed to orbit one another no matter what they were doing. And Klaus enjoyed it, liked the feeling of Ben near him.
"The secret is," Klaus said as he moved to the music, "I look good doing anything." He teased, it didn't matter if it was dancing in a courtyard with the people they say day in and day out, or if it was stumbling his way out of bed and into the shower in the morning. Klaus moved through the world like he knew he looked good doing it, and that anyone who saw him doing it should know that too.
"You going to dance with me, Ben?" He wondered, "Or are you just going to stand there looking like you're waiting to be asked?"