[ alright, fine, he probably does. but the point is, ben knows he's grateful, even without klaus saying it out loud. they've spent enough time with each other for him to be able to read between the lines.

his eyes follow to where klaus is looking, and then ben dips his head, shakes it as he huffs. ]

Hey, who knows. Maybe we'll find a hot dog stand. Or a taco stand. No cilantro.

[ since klaus never actually got to eat it before —

suddenly, ben stops. ] Klaus. [ he thinks of eating, and he actually feels — ]

Klaus. [ there's something approaching panic in his tone. ] I think... I feel... hungry? [ maybe? is that what the feeling is? oh god, he's feeling something. ]

Is that you? Are you hungry? Am I feeling what you're feeling, now? [ is that a side effect of this whole suddenly-solid thing?? what the fucking hell is happening. ]