When Ben died, Klaus was heartbroken to say the least. He was closest with Ben, up until he died. Then, his relationship with Diego developed more. Though Ben always was with him.
Ben was literally always with him. It was the only silver lining Klaus found in his power, his ability to have a special connection with Ben that nobody else could. Yes, it caused a great deal of anger and sadness to his brother. He couldn’t see or speak to his other siblings unless Klaus spoke for him. Sometimes the messages weren’t accurately delivered from Ben to Klaus, mostly because Klaus was high when he spoke. Ben appreciated it though, Klaus didn’t enjoy interacting with his brothers and sisters very much.
Another downside to being stuck with each other was that Ben had to watch his brother take part in self-destructive habits. He couldn’t physically stop him, all he could do is yell at him and beg him to stop. The needles, pills, and bottles… Klaus refused to live with who he truly was. It hurt Ben deeply. He cared a great deal for his brother and couldn’t bear the days and nights of Klaus’s escapades in bars and at raves. It was at a point where Klaus was addicted, and wouldn’t be able to properly function without them. When he decided to be sober, which Ben highly doubted would happen, he would go through hell to reach that goal.
So, Ben followed Klaus around aimlessly on the hunt for his next fix.
“Klaus, when will this end?” Ben decided it was time for a confrontation.
“Hopefully when I drop dead in some quaint little alleyway… that sounds lovely,” Klaus murmured.
“I can’t allow that to happen to you, to us. What do you think will happen to me when you decide to push up the daisies?” Ben snapped, he was getting tired of Klaus and his satirical attitude.
“Well, I didn’t really consider that part. I’m sure you’ll be much happier without your anomalous junkie brother, hmmm?”
“Shut up Klaus. You know damn well that I can’t allow you to just fill yourself up with drugs and fucking die in some random scroungy apartment,” He was losing his patience, “I care about you a great deal and I’d rather not discover what happens to my existence when yours ceases.”
Klaus flinched at Ben’s raising tone, expression softening. Ben had hit a nerve, capturing his brother’s attention now. He was trying to not be too harsh, his brother came off as a careless person but he was extremely sensitive.
“Hey listen, I’m not trying to guilt trip or anything. I just need you to cool it, alright? I can’t do anything to help you except talk to you. I don’t really think that can get us anywhere,” Ben spoke in a soothing tone, “Maybe call Pogo or mom? They could help.”
Klaus sniffled, “You really do care, huh?”
“Of course. You’re my brother and I’m stuck with you. I want to be able to take care of you in some way. It hurts me to watch you ruin yourself like this. Do you understand?”
Klaus nodded slowly, standing up. He dug around in his coat pockets and pulled out loose change.
“I’ll find a payphone and call the house,” He smiled slightly, “Thanks Benny.”
Ben nodded, “I’ll always be on your ass about being better. I know you’d hopefully do the same for me.”
Klaus gave a sad smile, “If I could give you a hug, I would right now.”