"Hmm," Obi-Wan hums thoughtfully as he takes a sip of his drink. He rests one arm along Klaus's back, stroking his fingers along his spine through the thin material of his shirt. "Sassy, is he? He sounds rather tiresome, I think, you should likely end things with him and spend much more time with me. I'm very serious at all times, although perhaps not nearly as good in bed."

It warms him all through his body, hearing Klaus's words. Enamoured. He's never felt as if the affection he feels is one-sided, it has never been a concern for him, not with all he and Klaus have shared, but it still does something to actually hear them. To know for certain, to have them spoken in Klaus's warm, happy voice.

"I was never a man who banked on second chances," he admits. "It's not the Jedi way. We focus on the present, acknowledge what we are experiencing, what we can control and letting go of what we can't, but I cannot pretend having this second chance isn't wonderful."