Klaus pushes back against James, eyes fluttering closed, head leaned against the wall again. His eyes close most of the way and he groans at the sensation. It's like being lit up from inside, sensation almost too intense to handle. But he handles things like this on the regular, or close to it. He seeks out sensation like this to escape from his power, his shitty childhood, his feelings of aimlessness and uselessness and whatever else.

James doesn't disappoint him.

"Yes," he hisses, reaching behind him with one hand, grabbing for James somewhat aimlessly, other hand braced against the wall.