Klaus | Ben
Oh, Ben was well aware that Klaus didn't care much about saving face -- it had never really been in him. He'd been a show-boat from the day he'd been old enough to have a proper personality. Ben, not so much. But it worked out now, the two of them balancing each other out, maybe.
But he laughed -- genuine and loud and pleased -- over the dip, his hands firm on Klaus' shoulders and one foot digging into the ground in order to maintain balance so that they both wouldn't go toppling over, tumbling to the ground. Although that might be fun too, actually. "Do you think they've got Tiffany?"