Klaus glances back at the room full of moving people for a second. "Not at all," he agrees. Is this really hell? He'd rather not find out the bad things, though he can handle some pretty heavy shit if he has to. But if they're giving out free drugs, then why handle it at all? Most of his adult life (and some of his not adult life), he's spent drugging himself to feel numb and disconnected. Apparently that's how it is in the afterlife, too. Ben missed out, being stuck incorporeal with him on earth.

He lifts one hand - his hello hand - and brushes his fingers along the side of James's face. "Yeah, that's how it's supposed to feel. It's like sensation but amped up. Like you want to touch everyone. Everything. Live inside them."

Drug rambling is way better than existential crap, in his opinion.