He has to heat up water anyway, so Klaus takes down another mug and drops in one of Obi-Wan's preferred tea bags, and then stands there staring blankly as he waits for the kettle to whistle. It isn't until Obi-Wan speaks behind him that Klaus blinks and turns around, slumping back against the counter as he gives Obi-Wan a tired smile.

Klaus knows that he looks awful, with pale skin and dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. He just feels so exhausted, a tiredness that goes beyond yawning, and he looks at Obi-Wan for a long moment, unable to keep from comparing their appearances. Obi-Wan looks rested, warm and practically glowing. He looks like he's at peace, and Klaus wants to know what that feels like. He wants so badly to know what that feels like.

He isn't jealous of Obi-Wan, because of course he does not begrudge the man he loves doing well. He's glad that Obi-Wan has these skills to cope, and he hopes that Klaus might be able to learn them for himself, at least on some level.

"Hi," he breathes out eventually, startling a bit as the kettle whistles behind him. He turns to turn off the stove and pick it up, pouring some water into the French press, and then the rest of it into Obi-Wan's mug. "I made you some tea."