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The first time Klaus walked into this club, he did it with the intention of getting absolutely plastered and finding someone to go home with for drunk, sloppy sex that would distract him for a few hours. He did not accomplish either of those things. Before he could get too drunk, he spotted someone interesting and was taken back to his place for some very fantastic mind-blowing sex that immediately set a bar so high that no one else can reach it.

If, on that first night, someone told Klaus that the next time he'd be walking into this club would be on the arm of that very same man, some three months later, he'd have laughed in their face.

But that is exactly what's happening. When Klaus realized how long they'd been doing this, he told Obi-Wan that he thought it would be fun to go back to that club for another dance. It only occurred to him hours later what he had just proposed: celebrating an anniversary. Thankfully, he was at home by the time it happened, and he was able to freak out and talk himself back down in private.

In Vietnam, Klaus counted the months. It was a way to keep track of how long he'd been away from his own timeline, and also how long he'd had Dave in his life. Each month was silently acknowledged, quietly celebrated and agonized over in equal measure, but it was never anything he gave a voice to, or talked to Dave about. He just counted them until he got to ten, and then there were no more.

By the time that Obi-Wan picks him up, Klaus has calmed down (thanks in part to a blunt he panic-smoked on his balcony) and dressed himself in black leather pants and a wine-colored button down shirt, with only the button at his sternum fastened. Seeing Obi-Wan makes him feel as excited as he did when he first mentions it, and he feels silly for getting himself so worked up. They're just going to have some fun.

They arrive at the club and get their wrists stamped, and Klaus is more then relieved to get inside where it's warmer. The music thumps in his chest and Klaus grins, bouncing a little as he grabs Obi-Wan's hand and drags him inside.

"Why did you come here that first night?" Klaus asks once they're at the bar, tilting his head to look at him curiously. "This isn't your usual scene."

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From outside the door comes another laugh, this one muffled, and Obi-Wan can't help himself. He reaches out with the Force, shocked and a little delighted to discover there are three presences on the other side of the door, three people listening to them, laughing, and, if what the Force around them feels like is anything to go on, enjoying themselves very much.

It doesn't alarm him as much as he thought it might. Perhaps because Klaus is stroking him faster, thrusting into him, and he knows he isn't going to last much longer before he comes. And whether or not the people on the other side of the door can hear him, he truly doesn't care. The only thing he cares about is this incredible man behind him, the one making him feel so good, the one who's stolen his heart for the first time since Satine, something he thought utterly impossible.

The words only drive him further into pleasure and he moans, moving with Klaus, breathing hard, feeling heat circling his spine, his groin, and the hand he has on Klaus's hip lifts, instead reaching back to hold onto his hair as he keeps his head tipped back on Klaus's other shoulder.

He comes suddenly, the orgasm snapping through him like fireworks, rushing through his body. His body jerks, come splattering against the door, and they'll have to clean that up, he thinks in an absent sort of way, as his muscles clench around Klaus, making him feel huge inside of Obi-Wan. Making him feel utterly and completely full.

The giggling that Klaus hears from the other side of the door only spurs him on, because he likes knowing that people can hear what he's doing to Obi-Wan. It really is a safer form of exhibitionism, showing off without the level of exposure that comes from someone actually watching them. As it turns out, he really, really enjoys that.

When Obi-Wan comes, it's a beautiful thing. Klaus tilts his head to watch as best he can, smiling and baring his teeth in an almost feral sort of way when Obi-Wan's fingers tangle in his hair. Klaus thrusts in hard just a few more times before he's coming with a shout of his own, cock pulsing inside of Obi-Wan as he empties into the condom.

Panting, Klaus works Obi-Wan through the aftershocks, gently coaxing every last drop of come from his cock before letting it go. He eases out of Obi-Wan and turns him around, pressing him back against the door as he takes Obi-Wan's hands and pins them above his head, holding them against the wood as he leans in for a kiss.

"Did you like the show, ladies?" Klaus asks loudly, grinning as he stares happily at Obi-Wan, eyes alight with mischief. There's a sudden silence on the other side of the door, and one of them squeaks out a yes while the others clap, and then there's the sound of heeled shoes clicking away as they flee.

He lets out a delighted laugh and leans in for another kiss, this one deeper and messier, before he pulls back to look at Obi-Wan again. "God, you're amazing." Another kiss, this one softer. "Amazing."

It's been some time since Obi-Wan has been in any situation in which he's not the one people look to for guidance. With it, he had always been careful, treading lightly, taking care to check in with himself and understand the level of power he was being offered. He had always been careful not to take it, not to rely on the reality of it, not to expect it. The level of trust that had been put in him was something he vowed to earn every single day and with Klaus it's been no different.

But now, pressed up against the door, Klaus pinning his hands over his head, his breath coming in delighted, exhausted gasps, he's never felt as utterly helpless in such a sublime manner.

He sinks into the kiss, wanting nothing more than to wrap himself around Klaus and stay here, though he knows such a thing isn't possible. They may have escaped noticed of an authority for this long, but it won't last forever, and he finds he doesn't want to ruin the potential this room has to offer in the future.

"You make it easy," he answers, then nips softly at Klaus's lower lip. "To be more adventurous. To let go." A Jedi's entire training is based around letting go and Obi-Wan has embraced that, but never in such a way as this. Klaus has only helped him learn more every day.

"Good," Klaus breathes out, kissing Obi-Wan again. Truthfully, they're an excellent match, balancing each other out wonderfully. Obi-Wan could never be called boring, but he takes things more seriously, and is calm and wise at all the right times. Klaus needs that in his life, just as Obi-Wan needs someone to take him on adventures and make him smile. Klaus has never been good for anyone before. It's a very wonderful feeling.

After letting go of Obi-Wan's hands, Klaus gives him another thorough kiss and reaches down to tug Obi-Wan's pants back up, carefully tucking his spent cock back into his underwear and doing up his fly. Once he takes off the condom and fixes up his own pants, he tugs Obi-Wan aside and laughs heartily when he sees the splatter of come on the door, turning to give Obi-Wan an openly fond look.

"Thankfully, we're in just the right place," Klaus says, still laughing happily as he snags a tub of antibacterial wipes from the shelf and cleans off the door, snatching up their discarded wrappers and tossing it all in the trash. After quickly washing his hands in the small utility sink, Klaus turns to smile warmly at Obi-Wan. "There, good as new."

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."

"We already did," Klaus says smugly, tipping his cheek out for Obi-Wan's kiss before following him out into the hall. He feels a little like he's walking on air, pleasantly tipsy from the drinks and buzzing with endorphins, but he's also just happy. It's something that he's getting used to.

"I could go for some tacos!" He calls out over the music, following behind Obi-Wan as they head back into the club proper. There's a trio of girls eyeing them and one of them winks, so Klaus discreetly lifts up his hand for a high five, which the girl happily gives him.

Smirking, he darts forward and slings an arm around Obi-Wan's waist, squeezing him in against Klaus's side and leaning in to playfully press a bunch of messy kisses to the side of Obi-Wan's face. "Do you want to leave and go find some? Or get another drink first?"

Klaus seems to think the high five is much more discreet than it is and Obi-Wan catches the eye of another one of the women, a warm flush creeping over him when he realizes these were the women listening to them. His lips press tight between his lips just as Klaus gives one of them a high five and he finds that warmth spreading out, up the back of his neck, making his ears feel warm.

But it isn't just a blush that he's feeling. There's affection swelling in his chest and as Klaus leans in, pressing kisses against his cheek, he turns his head to face him properly as he smiles, studying him.

"You know, I do believe I'm in love with you," he says, his tone almost thoughtful. As if he hasn't known for quite some time already, as if he hasn't felt it growing day by day, enriching his life in a way it hasn't truly been since that year with Satine on Mandalore. Realistically, he isn't even sure Klaus has heard him over the music, but he doesn't regret it. Not the words themselves, not the timing of them.

It feels right, even in the midst of this club.

Klaus was thinking about that taco truck that's sometimes parked near the house, and if Obi-Wan might want to spend the night at his place tonight, but he's distracted by the way that Obi-Wan smiles at him, soft and fond as he's ever seen it.

And then Obi-Wan just... tells Klaus that he loves him. At first, Klaus assumes that he must have heard him wrong, but no. The look on Obi-Wan's face matches what Klaus heard, and he feels his whole body flush with heat. The music, the crowd, all of it falls away for a moment as blood rushes between Klaus's ears.

He wasn't expecting this. He wasn't prepared for it. He has no idea how to respond to it. For a long moment, he just stands there and stares, flushed and wide-eyed, idiotically gaping like a fish.

"What?" He yells loudly, just as the music cuts out to shift to another track. People turn to look at him and Klaus ducks his head, because people aren't supposed to see him like this, so... affected. So surprised. Only Obi-Wan is supposed to see him like this, and he doesn't know what to do after being given this-- this gift in the middle of a crowd. "I--"

Klaus has no idea what to say. Well, that isn't true. He knows exactly what to say, but he can't do it here, not in front of everyone. He gives Obi-Wan a helpless look and then grabs his hand, dragging him towards the exit of the club, because he needs fresh air. And less of an audience.

Truly, Obi-Wan doesn't expect or require anything in return. He's told Klaus what he feels because he has reflected on the choices he's made in the past, the things he didn't say when he thinks he ought to have, and he knows going forward he doesn't want to make these same mistakes. The people in his life, not only Klaus, deserve better.

It's more difficult with Anakin, perhaps because of their history. They've never been especially good at speaking their minds or their hearts with one another and while Obi-Wan is trying, it's easier with someone who doesn't have that history with him.

Klaus deserves to know. Obi-Wan is glad to have told him.

He's smiling happily when they move toward the exit, still holding Klaus's hand. It feels not quite as if a weight has been lifted, but as if he's shared a part of himself that isn't often shared and it feels rather nice.

Of all the intimate moments they've shared, this is where Obi-Wan chooses to break out that word for the first time. It sort of makes Klaus want to scream, because it's this deeply private thing, and Obi-Wan just... blurted it out. In front of so many people!

It's also so fucking sweet. So fucking Obi-Wan of him.

Dave told Klaus that he loved him. It remains of the best moments of Klaus's entire life, but there was one notable difference between that and this. Dave didn't know him, not really. He didn't know about Klaus's powers, or the Academy, or the time travel. Dave loved Klaus, and Klaus believes that he did, but only with the information he was given. He loved Klaus without really knowing Klaus.

Obi-Wan knows him, and he loves him anyway. In spite of all of his many, many flaws and his complicated, fucked up past.

They get to the door and Klaus stumbles out into the cool night air, sucking in a deep breath and pressing his palms to his eyes for a moment before turning to face Obi-Wan with his hands on his cheeks.

"You've literally rendered me speechless," Klaus tells him, feeling like his heart might pound out of his chest. "Do you know how hard it is to render me speechless?"

"I think I have some idea, yes," Obi-Wan answers and although he's still near Klaus, he doesn't reach for him just yet, wanting to give him space to digest what's been said. He still feels light, as if he's been buoyed by this, and he smiles gently at Klaus.

"Let's walk," he suggests. "We don't have to talk immediately."

They can just walk in the direction of the taco truck he suspects Klaus was thinking of when he suggests them. It's near the Hargreeves house, which is part of why he thinks Klaus might have been considering it, but even if he doesn't want Obi-Wan to come in tonight, even if he needs a bit of time to himself, Obi-Wan will be happy just to walk home with him.

As they walk, he offers Klaus his hand again, holding it out to him over the space between them.

There is absolutely no indication on Obi-Wan's face that says that he's disappointed in Klaus's reaction, or that he's expecting to hear it said in return, and that's also so fucking sweet. Obi-Wan is too good for him, so much better than he deserves, and Klaus sort of wants to cry because so was Dave, who was the first person that Klaus ever really loved. Dave's death left a wound that will never fully heal, and Klaus told himself that he would never do that again. He would never put himself in the position to lose someone that important ever again.

But here he is, staring at a beautiful man who loves him and expects nothing in return, and Klaus knows that trying to deny how he feels would be laughable. Because of course he loves Obi-Wan. Of course he does.

They start walking and when Obi-Wan holds out his hand, Klaus's heart sort of flips over in his chest, and a small, self-loathing part of himself wants to push Obi-Wan away, because he's so good. How can he not see that he deserves so much better?

Instead, he reaches out to take Obi-Wan's hand, because yes, there is a small part of himself that thinks this is a bad idea, that he isn't good enough, or that he might be opening himself up to having his heart torn in two again, and he doesn't know if he can survive it, but there's a much bigger part, the louder part, who loves Obi-Wan very much and just wants to be happy.

Their fingers thread together as they walk, and Klaus is so lost in his own thoughts that he just lets Obi-Wan lead him. By the time that he actually takes in their surroundings, he can see the taco truck up the street.

"Will you stay over tonight?" Klaus asks, squeezing Obi-Wan's hand as he looks over at him hopefully, obviously overwhelmed but wanting desperately not to part ways. "Please?"

"Of course," Obi-Wan answers without hesitation. They stay over at Klaus's rarely, at least in part because the house is certainly less private, but he likes being in Klaus's room with him and he likes being able to close his eyes and reach out in the Force, feeling all these other presences around them. Knowing those he can feel are people who love Klaus, too.

He understands he's said something overwhelming tonight. It isn't as if he and Klaus haven't spoken at great length of those they've lost and how it's affected them. Obi-Wan doesn't believe loving someone again means he loves Satine any less and he has been through too much, lost too many people, not to make sure those he cares for understand that he does.

It's certainly a new approach. But then, this is an entirely new life.

"What would you like?" he asks when they near the taco truck before turning his attention to the person inside the truck. He smiles and says, "Hello. May I have two of the carnitas tacos and a carne asada vampiro."

It's possible Obi-Wan has stopped here once or twice. Possibly three times. The food is incredible.

"What? Oh." They're suddenly in front of the truck and Klaus has so many butterflies in his stomach that food seems kind of unfathomable at the moment, but he should probably eat. "I'll have the same."

He has to let go of Obi-Wan's hand so he can pay for the food, and Klaus shivers as if he's just registering the cold. Not wearing a jacket seemed like a good idea earlier in the night, since he didn't feel like dealing with it in the club, but now he's freezing. Or maybe he just wants to mold himself against Obi-Wan and never let go. He stares at Obi as he jokes around with the man inside the truck, letting his gaze travel from the swoop of Obi's hair to the curve of his smile, the crinkling at the corner of his eye as he laughs at something the man says.

God, Klaus loves him. He really does. He's been refusing to allow himself to think the word, mostly out of self-preservation, but he was only kidding himself. Obi-Wan makes some dumb joke as he takes his change, and Klaus swallows hard, feeling a little like he's in freefall.

"I love you," he blurts out, and knows that Obi-Wan wasn't expecting him to say it back. He wasn't going to hold it against Klaus if he didn't say it back. He could have kept it to himself, but why? Because he's scared? Because he lost someone? So did Obi-Wan, but he was brave enough to say it again. Klaus can be brave, too.

"Uh, do you want hot sauce?" The man in the truck says as he sets their to go bag down, and Klaus's eyes widen, cheeks flushing because he just told Obi-Wan that he loves him with the taco truck guy as witness, and he abruptly turns around to head for the house.

Obi-Wan watches Klaus's retreating back fondly for a moment before he turns back to the truck and says, "Yes, please. Some hot sauce would be wonderful, thank you."

"He okay?" the man asks as he puts a few packets of hot sauce into their bag, then folds it over again as he hands the bag to Obi-Wan.

"He's wonderful," Obi-Wan answers, his smile blooming further still. "Thank you again."

He takes the bag and follows the path Klaus had taken toward the house, not hurrying exactly, but not taking his time either. As he walks, he replays Klaus's words, knowing he'll hear them exactly as they were said for as long as he lives. He'll see the expression on Klaus's face, the way his eyes had widened just before he had turned away, and he is so very glad he can commit this all to memory. Only a fool would want to forget a single second of it.

"You ran off before I could check with you, so I got extra hot sauce," he teases when he's near to Klaus again, reaching out to catch his wrist with his free hand. "Come back here."

Klaus waits in front of the house for Obi-Wan to catch up, feeling terribly embarrassed and staring blankly head for a long moment. Did he just tell Obi-Wan that he loves him and then run away from him? Well, no. Technically he ran away from the taco guy, but still.

When Obi-Wan approaches, Klaus turns to look at him, wondering if he could blame the deep flush on his cheeks on the cold, but instead he just stares at the smile on his face, warm and fond and amused. Klaus put that there, as the idiot who loves him.

"I did do that," he admits, letting Obi-Wan reel him in by the wrist. The scent of the tacos wafts up as Klaus stares at Obi-Wan's face, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. It's an absurd moment, but kind of beautiful, too. "But I meant it."

Klaus kisses him again and then turns away, sliding his wrist out of Obi's grasp only so he can take his hand instead, digging out his keys with his other hand so he can unlock the front door. The bottom floor is quiet, but it's late, so that isn't much of a surprise. After a quick detour to the kitchen to get a few bottles of water, Klaus leads Obi-Wan up the stairs, grateful that they don't encounter any of his siblings.

It's just such a tender, private thing. Everyone at the club and the damn taco guy were bad enough. He doesn't want to deal with anyone who actually knows him, not right now.

Once they're in Klaus's room, he sets the bottles down and lets go of Obi-Wan's hand to turn and look at him. "We probably should have eaten in the kitchen, but I just wanted to be in here."

As they move through the house, Obi-Wan marvels at this new sense of calm in Klaus that exists despite the fact that he had turned and walked swiftly away from the taco truck. Had this been a few months earlier, they likely wouldn't have felt this way, but Obi-Wan doubts very much Klaus would be this still as they moved through the house. In fact, he doubts they would be here at all.

Klaus hasn't changed, but Obi-Wan thinks he's grown. He wouldn't take credit for that, he thinks it's more down to being here without the presence of his father and instead, truly connecting with his siblings, with people who care about him.

He isn't running away. Not even when he had, technically, run away.

"Oh, I'm quite happy with eating in here," he agrees. "Somehow I'm not sure I want to wake up your siblings right now. Five is easily stern enough that he may ask after my intentions toward you and that's not a conversation I'm prepared for at the moment."

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That makes Klaus laugh outright, and he has to reach out to brace himself with a hand on the wall as he takes off his boots. He undresses entirely and then digs out a pair of soft lounge pants to pull on, and then tosses another pair of the same at Obi-Wan with a blush on his face. He had bought another pair in the next size up, expressly for this reason.

"I doubt very much that Five cares enough about your intentions to bother you," Klaus says easily, shrugging as he pulls himself onto the bed, sitting crosslegged as he reaches for a water bottle. He knows that Five cares about him, because they wouldn't be sitting here in this room, in this house, if he didn't, but he doesn't think that Five cares about his romantic entanglements. "Just because he's old enough to be my father does that mean that he has any interest in doing so."

Klaus removes the tie from his wrist to toss his hair up into a messy bun, and then looks up at Obi-Wan with a soft smile. Being here in his room, away from any crowds, has calmed him. Obi-Wan's gentle smile has calmed him. Knowing that he's loved calms him. Yeah, it sort of makes him want to cry and jump off of the balcony, but he ignores those thoughts. He ignores everything that isn't Obi-Wan's indulgent smile, and the pants Klaus bought him in his hands. "Get changed so we can eat."

Obi-Wan catches the pants when Klaus tosses them to him and looks at them for a moment before breaking into a pleased smile. He undresses, laying his clothing over the back of a chair and then pulling on the soft pants Klaus had bought just for him. Jedi don't celebrate holidays, they don't celebrate birthdays, and so Obi-Wan has never really been given gifts, especially for absolutely no reason. But Klaus had thought of him, had bought these pants to give to him for when he stayed over here.

"These are very comfortable," he says as he settles on the bed across from Klaus. "Thank you."

His smile grows a little sheepish and as he reaches for the water bottle, he says, "I didn't mean to say it like that in the middle of the club. It just... came out." He hadn't planned it at all. The words had simply come out and while he had thought them many times before, he's not entirely certain what about that moment caused him to actually say them out loud.

"You're welcome," Klaus says, because Obi-Wan seems so genuinely pleased by the gift. It isn't about the pants, he knows. It's that Klaus thought of him at all, and Klaus understands that feeling. He still remembers how it felt to discover that Obi-Wan had bought the coffee that he liked, just so that it would be available for him.

Klaus reaches for the tacos, but pauses to look up at Obi-Wan when he speaks. The last thing he wants to do is have Obi-Wan regretting what he's said. Sure, maybe it wasn't the ideal place, but that's okay. He said it because he really wanted to, because he just couldn't help himself, and given that Obi-Wan who carefully weighs his words, it just makes it all that more special.

"I wish I had reacted better," Klaus admits, biting his lip as he fiddles with the knot on the take out bag. "It just took me by surprise. But-- thank you. For saying it."

He chuckles a little self-consciously and looks up at Obi-Wan from under his lashes. "And for, you know. Meaning it."

That makes Obi-Wan chuckle, warm and fond, and he reaches across the food to touch his fingertips to Klaus's chin, tipping his head back up so he can press their mouths together. It's a brief kiss, almost chaste, and when they part, he says, "You reacted exactly how you needed to. We're here, aren't we?"

He hadn't carried any expectations into the moment. Knowing Klaus has been cautious with love hadn't stopped him from saying it, feeling certain Klaus was feeling as deeply as he was isn't the reason he'd said it. In a rare moment, Obi-Wan had been entirely selfish. Telling Klaus he loved him -- and telling he loves him in the future -- was about how he felt in the moment. He had considered it may make Klaus uncomfortable, but then he'd said it anyway, deciding he would rather deal with the consequences of that potential discomfort than the regret of not having said it at all.

"I didn't tell Satine nearly enough," he says. "I thought, because it wouldn't or couldn't change anything, it would only hurt us both to say it, but if I regret anything in my life, it's that. She deserved to hear it. To know it beyond all doubt because I had been the one speaking the words instead of some memory of me at sixteen. You deserve to know it, too."

He smiles then, takes the bag from Klaus to undo the knot and says, "I love you, Klaus. You've made it very easy to love you."

When Obi-Wan tips up his chin, Klaus looks up at him a bit helplessly, eyes shining as he leans in for a kiss as soft as any that they've ever shared. It's beautiful.

He mentions Satine and Klaus reaches up to curl his fingers around Dave's dog tags, thumbing at the indentation of his name. Loving each other does not mean that they love the ones that they've lost any less. They've just made more room in their hearts to feel something new.

And then Obi-Wan says something truly remarkable. He says that Klaus is easy to love, and Klaus can't help the tears that well up in his eyes. Easy to love. It sounds impossible, but Obi-Wan says it like he means it, and Klaus can't imagine why. He's a mess. He's done such awful things. He's an addict who can't commit to anything.

But Obi-Wan loves him still, and he thinks it's easy. A tear spills down Klaus's cheek and he quickly wipes it away, laughing softly at himself. "I love you, too."

They are truly wonderful words to hear and Obi-Wan's smile grows beneath his moustache as he takes out their food, passing one of the tacos to Klaus before he takes one for himself. While he is very much a man who would prefer to demonstrate how he feels over saying it aloud, and thinks he and Klaus have both done a very good job of doing so this far, the words themselves still carry so much weight in a good way.

He has no doubt very little is going to change beyond their knowing for certain. They're not asking each other for anything else and he feels quite comfortable and content with this relationship they've settled into. Perhaps it's not traditional in how some may see relationships, but it's one they're both comfortable with.

That's what matters, he believes.

"Would it be terrible of me to say I also love tacos?" he asks with bright eyes before he takes a bite of his.

"I would honestly love you less if you didn't love tacos," Klaus teases, laughing a little as he accepts the taco Obi-Wan hands him. It feels good to say it out loud, comforting and thrilling all at once, and he's glad that Obi-Wan was brave enough to say it. Being with him makes Klaus feel brave. Or at least braver than he's ever been. Maybe it's because Obi-Wan believes in him. Klaus never knew how big of a different that would make.

He lifts his taco a bit, like he's toasting Obi-Wan, and then leans in to take a big bite. It's fucking spectacular, like they always are, and Klaus lifts his hand to cover his mouth as he speaks around a wad of carnitas and salsa. "This is one of the best nights of my life."

It's a declaration that's always true, but the nights seem to keep topping themselves, getting better and better, and he has the man across from him to thank for that, not to mention his family. It's kind of hilarious that he's the happiest that he's ever been, trapped here in this strange city, but he doesn't think that he'd ever give it up, even if he were given the choice.

"I was going to suggest the night is still young, as they say, but I don't think that's strictly true," Obi-Wan says with a laugh, taking another bite of his taco, enjoying himself immensely. They had taken their time at the club, especially with their side trip to the supply room, and while it isn't late exactly and while Obi-Wan gets by on very little sleep most of the time, the night certainly isn't young any longer.

But that's more than fine by him. Young or not, he knows whatever is left of their night together, it will be as wonderful as it's been so far.

"It's been one of the best of mine as well," he says a moment later before he reaches for his water. Setting down the taco on its paper, he takes a sip of water, then looks at Klaus, his smile almost crooked. "I know I've told you about the war, all the things I've been through, so it may seem as though my life has been difficult. It has at times, but in general, it's been a very good life. Very good. And this is still the most content I think I've been."