Klaus had been spending the morning freaking out with Ben, but they'd started to make a little bit of sense out of it. Well as much sense as a couple of kids could about something like that - which was to say that they hadn't figured out much at all apart from the fact that maybe they didn't have to be freaked out about it, even if they weren't where they were supposed to be. It was their house, which was amazing, he grew up and got to live with Ben away from their dad. It was amazing and Klaus loved it. Loved that one day he'd get away from training and all of it.
But then that meant they were here alone, which was.... well it was great. Klaus had gone through his closet and picked a shirt that hung lopsided off one shoulder, and didn't bother with pants because if the shirt didn't fit no way was he keeping any of that up, but he kept the robe because he liked it and he'd been poking through the rest of the house since then, but he stopped cold when he heard someone calling his name.
Oh shit. But the voice wasn't their dad so maybe it was okay.
He peeked out of his room to see a man standing there, red headed and so pretty. Klaus didn't know what to think but he wasn't worry about him. So he came out of his room sweeping the robe around him like some sort of cape, he was going to be a super hero right? He could have a cape if he wanted one. "This is our house, we're allowed to be here."