It's silly and sentimental, but a part of Obi-Wan almost doesn't want to leave this room. A reaction to the endorphins, he knows, and a reaction to Klaus, to everything he feels for him. There's still fun to be had this evening, though, the night is still young, as they say, and he knows the two of them will have a good time no matter where they are.
Even if this room has rather fond memories for him now.
"We look absolutely presentable," he agrees once he's washed his hands as well and smoothed a little bit of water into the bit of his hair that sometimes insists on making itself known after Klaus has been at it. They've left the room clean, too, which is a strange priority and yet something Obi-Wan would have insisted upon. This is not their home, it isn't their property, and it's only right they leave it as clean as they found it.
"Come," he says, unlocking the door with a wave of his hand before he presses his lips to Klaus's cheek and then leads him into the hall, walking with confidence, as if they haven't just been somewhere they ought not to be. "Are you hungry? I could go for something to eat."
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Even if this room has rather fond memories for him now.
"We look absolutely presentable," he agrees once he's washed his hands as well and smoothed a little bit of water into the bit of his hair that sometimes insists on making itself known after Klaus has been at it. They've left the room clean, too, which is a strange priority and yet something Obi-Wan would have insisted upon. This is not their home, it isn't their property, and it's only right they leave it as clean as they found it.
"Come," he says, unlocking the door with a wave of his hand before he presses his lips to Klaus's cheek and then leads him into the hall, walking with confidence, as if they haven't just been somewhere they ought not to be. "Are you hungry? I could go for something to eat."