Obi-Wan reacts without much conscious thought, making a sliding gesture with his hand so the window lifts a crack, enough that the cool air slips in, but not enough that they'll get cold in the night. And if they do, he can just as easily close the window, too.

He does this all without rising from the bed at all and when it's done, he drapes his arm over Klaus's shoulder, letting his fingertips graze against his back as he settles. There are moments when he wonders if he's done something foolish here, something he ought to have been able to resist had he been stronger or a better Jedi. A relationship is safer with Klaus than with most others, he thinks, because Klaus, too, has a reservation toward exclusivity. For Obi-Wan, it isn't that he doesn't want to be tied down or only committed to one person, because he knows himself well enough to understand he is now. His heart belongs in equal measure to Satine Kryze and Klaus Hargreeves and nothing will change that.

But he knows he can never give all of himself to anyone. Not when so much of who he is is dedicated to the service of others. When he considers it, he hopes above all else, Klaus will continue to understand that. Will know this compassion and care for everyone doesn't change the love Obi-Wan feels for him.

He strokes his fingers along Klaus's shoulder, then brushes back some of his hair and drags his thumb over his cheekbone.

"I love you," he says. The simplest words, he thinks, and yet they carry so much weight.