#Spruceasks

[sammiekel]

6!!!

6 has already been answered haha, but I will give you a snippet of 5 since that one is still unanswered! Ben and Klaus hehe

Klaus couldn't find the words to respond. He couldn't even bring himself to look at Ben, staying focused on the stars in the sky, the hard metal of the hood of the car, the chirping of crickets. The stinging of the lump in his throat. Klaus took a deep breath when he felt something cold encompass his hand. It could've been the night air, just a cool breeze, but without even looking he knew what it was. Neither said anything for a long time. And if Ben noticed the warm tears sliding down Klaus’ face, well, he didn't mention it. Time drifted by in a haze. Klaus might've fallen asleep a few times, he wasn’t sure. He didn't even realize when Ben sat up, a book in his lap. “Where's the book from?” Klaus asked, voice thick with exhaustion. “Didn't know people kept their nerdiness beyond the grave.” Lazily giggling as he spoke, as if his joke was the funniest thing he'd heard. Ben rolled his eyes. “Get your rest.” Klaus made a vague noise in response. “You're going to want to be fully rested for when we bring Diego his car back.” More vague noises, this time accompanied by waving of the hand. “He might actually try and kill you.” A pause. That is a possibility. Grumbling, Klaus got off the hood. He fumbled almost immediately, a yelp escaping him as he fell to the ground. He got up quickly, like nothing happened. “Fine, Mr. Negativity, I'm going to bed.” He declared as he walked around the car. Ben only rolled his eyes as Klaus stuck his tongue out at him. Not looking as he fell into the back seat, he slammed into a thing of soda cans. "Aw fuck.” He winced, wiping the stickiness of a leaking can onto the side of the seat. He pushed them off into the floor, grimacing at the loud clash. It'll be fine. Diego would just have to buy himself more soda now.

Blindly, he felt around for anything soft. The only thing around was one of Diego’s coats. It smelled vaguely sweaty as he draped it over his shoulders. It didn't take long before Ben followed Klaus into the car. He sat in the front passenger again, continuing his book. Klaus could feel the familiar clutches of sleep drag him under. “Mmmmm, love you Benerino,” His words were more mumbles than anything. “Don't die on me again.” “I'll try.” Ben didn't look away from his book. “Night Klaus.”