"I'm feeling tired," Klaus admits, smiling a bit ruefully as he looks down at Obi-Wan's hand on his skin. "But-- glad, too. That you're all proud of me. I'm proud of myself for not swallowing a handful of pills as soon as I woke up, but it's so hard, and I can't-- I can't go on like this."

He takes a deep breath and lets it out shakily, twisting a bit on the sofa so he can look at Obi-Wan's face. Obi's hand is still on his wrist, and Klaus turns his hand over so he can take Obi's hand in his own. His mouth opens and then closes again, and he bites his lip as he considers what to say. He should just be honest. Totally honest. That sort of sincerity is always hard for him, but Obi-Wan will listen to him. He'll understand.

"So, I think it's time that I try meditation," he finally says, tucking his hair behind one ear with his free hand as he forces himself to keep his chin up and hold Obi-Wan's gaze. "But I'm-- I'm afraid. I'm afraid it'll be like being trapped in that mausoleum again. Afraid that I'll fail and disappoint you."