Klaus thinks that this is exactly how it's supposed to be. He still hasn't quite gotten used to the way that Obi-Wan says his name, let alone this. He's used to hearing people say his name in an exasperated way, full of disappointment. So often it's said in a bark of sound, harsh like the language it came from.

But not from Obi-Wan. When he says Klaus's name, it's a beautiful thing. It's happy and full of warmth, like he's glad to be saying it, and Klaus never tires of hearing it. And now there's this, these three precious words, and Klaus knows that he'll never get used to it. He'll never take it for granted.

"Far be it from me to get in the way of science," he says with a teasing smile, turning to press a kiss to the inside of Obi-Wan's wrist before letting his head rest on the pillow, wrapping his arm more tightly as he presses his face into the soft, warm curve of Obi-Wan's neck. "I love you, too."