"Okay," Klaus breathes out, taking one more long look at Obi-Wan's handsome face, his golden-tipped lashes sweeping against his lightly freckled cheeks, and nods to himself before letting his own eyes fall shut. Whatever happens, he's safe here with Obi-Wan.

It won't be like before, with the mausoleum. If it becomes too much, he won't have to continue. Obi-Wan Kenobi is about as far away from Reginald Hargreeves as one could possibly get, in terms of kindness and understanding. Klaus will be fine.

He takes a deep breath and repeats the mantra in his head, doing his best to empty it of everything else. He tries to push away the need for a drink, his fear, everything. It works, for a few moments. Everything is dark and quiet, but then he hears a whisper of his name in an awful, slithering tone.

You think you can hide from us? Klaus's breath hitches and his fingertips dig into his knees. Klaus, we'll always find you.

"Fuck." Klaus's eyes snap open and he reaches up to press the heels of his eyes up under his brow bone, chest heaving as he lets out a ragged breath. "They're here."