"Little of column A, little of column B," Klaus says, holding a hand up and waving it back and forth as he grabs the kettle and goes over to fill it in the sink. Making coffee or tea for Ben is not really all unfamiliar to Klaus. He would do it from time to time, out of habit, even though the cup would sit there and go cold. Things are different, now.

After lighting a burner and setting the kettle on it, Klaus turns to lean against the counter and look at Ben. Sometimes it's still so surreal to see him there in pajamas, hair tousled, cheeks pink. Alive.

"What about you?" Klaus asks, quirking a brow with a soft smile. "Still getting used to being a real boy again?"