Just being here in Obi-Wan's presence makes Klaus feel better, and he can't help but to smile at the soft kiss to his cheek. He was such a fool to think he did not want this sort of security, but the more that time goes by and the more he reflects on his life, he isn't so sure that was the case anymore. Maybe he was just afraid, or he thought he didn't deserve it.
Something to meditate on, maybe.
Klaus reaches up to cup Obi-Wan's cheek, thumbing at his beard before leaning in for a soft kiss. He rests his forehead against Obi-Wan's for a long moment while their drinks steep, and then turns to pour himself a cup of coffee. He blows gently at the surface as he walks over to the sofa, kicking off his shoes on the way so he can climb up onto it and sit cross-legged on one side of it. He takes a careful sip and then looks up at Obi-Wan again, wondering how to even start this conversation.
"My nightmares are getting worse," he says after a long moment, and he assumes Obi-Wan will understand that when he says nightmares, he doesn't just mean dreams. He means all of it, the spirits and the visions coming for him. He thinks maybe it's because he's using less. Still drinking most days, but not nearly as much as he used to. He's getting sharper, is the thing. It's what he needs to do, what he should do, but the downsides are so severe. "I woke up with hands around my neck this morning."
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Something to meditate on, maybe.
Klaus reaches up to cup Obi-Wan's cheek, thumbing at his beard before leaning in for a soft kiss. He rests his forehead against Obi-Wan's for a long moment while their drinks steep, and then turns to pour himself a cup of coffee. He blows gently at the surface as he walks over to the sofa, kicking off his shoes on the way so he can climb up onto it and sit cross-legged on one side of it. He takes a careful sip and then looks up at Obi-Wan again, wondering how to even start this conversation.
"My nightmares are getting worse," he says after a long moment, and he assumes Obi-Wan will understand that when he says nightmares, he doesn't just mean dreams. He means all of it, the spirits and the visions coming for him. He thinks maybe it's because he's using less. Still drinking most days, but not nearly as much as he used to. He's getting sharper, is the thing. It's what he needs to do, what he should do, but the downsides are so severe. "I woke up with hands around my neck this morning."