"Yeah, we're all trying," Klaus says with a bewildered sort of smile. He and his siblings have always been bonded by their upbringing and shared trauma, and he's never doubted that they all cared for him in some way or another, like they wouldn't let him die, but he didn't really think any of them actually liked him all that much.

But that's changing, mostly. They're learning how to exist around each other not as children forced to be together, but as adults who want to be together. It's a beautiful thing.

And so is this. Klaus smiles over at Obi-Wan and then sits up, removing his knee from Obi-Wan's so he can turn to lay across his lap, settling back against the wonderful little seat that he's made with his crossed leg. He hooks his own legs over the other arm of the chair and settles in happily, looking up at Obi-Wan as he takes a sip of his drink, cheeks hollowing around the straw.

"I've also become very enamored of a man," he admits, holding his hand up next to his mouth as if he's sharing a secret. "That makes me happy as well, even though he's quite sassy at times. Very good in bed, though."