"Oh, I think I would happily be done eating for such a thing as that," Obi-Wan answers with a slowly blooming smile behind Klaus's finger pressed to his lips. He pulls away only to clean up their mess, setting it all aside, and then he leans back again, rising onto his knees so he can get properly near enough to Klaus to kiss him.

There will be time later, he knows, to meditate on all this. To try and better understand how he feels and how it fits into everything he's always been told. He understands it may seem as if he's trying to shape what he used to believe to a new life and Obi-Wan will have to meditate on whether or not that's true. If it is, he doesn't believe it to be a negative thing necessarily. A part of life is growing, changing, understanding things better. If one is not open to understanding new and different aspects of the galaxy, that, he believes, is a good way to become lost.

This is a learning curve for everyone, he thinks. Not only Darrow, but life itself. It's a lesson he's glad to still be taking part in.

"Quiet now," he murmurs against Klaus's mouth as he kisses him again, catching his lower lip between his teeth.