A part of Klaus wants to stop, because he's trembling and tired and this is all so much, but instead he listens to Obi-Wan and takes a deep breath, letting it out shaky and slow and doing it again. He feels proud himself, which is rare. He thinks Obi-Wan might proud of him too, and that's enough for him to keep going.
"Serenity," he breathes out, keeping his eyes closed as he tries to clear his mind. It's a hard thing to do, and he moves his hand from Obi-Wan's chest to rest it over Obi's hand on his knee instead, wanting to keep that physical connection for now. He focuses on Obi-Wan's breathing and makes sure that his own matches, and then focuses on the trickling of the nearby stream, concentrating on it until it's all that he can hear.
And then it's quiet in his head in a way that's wholly unfamiliar to him, unreasonably quiet, and it reminds him of those last few seconds before he falls asleep. Instead of calming him, he ends up bracing himself, going tense as he waits for something else to intrude. Now he's thinking about it, he can hear the whir of helicopter blades and a far off scream, so he opens his eyes with a frustrated huff, tipping his head back to look up at the trees.
"How do I learn to trust the quiet?" Klaus says after a moment, swallowing hard and trying not to berate himself. "I've spent my whole life thinking that silence was dangerous. I don't know how to stop that and relax into it. I'm just waiting for something else to come."
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"Serenity," he breathes out, keeping his eyes closed as he tries to clear his mind. It's a hard thing to do, and he moves his hand from Obi-Wan's chest to rest it over Obi's hand on his knee instead, wanting to keep that physical connection for now. He focuses on Obi-Wan's breathing and makes sure that his own matches, and then focuses on the trickling of the nearby stream, concentrating on it until it's all that he can hear.
And then it's quiet in his head in a way that's wholly unfamiliar to him, unreasonably quiet, and it reminds him of those last few seconds before he falls asleep. Instead of calming him, he ends up bracing himself, going tense as he waits for something else to intrude. Now he's thinking about it, he can hear the whir of helicopter blades and a far off scream, so he opens his eyes with a frustrated huff, tipping his head back to look up at the trees.
"How do I learn to trust the quiet?" Klaus says after a moment, swallowing hard and trying not to berate himself. "I've spent my whole life thinking that silence was dangerous. I don't know how to stop that and relax into it. I'm just waiting for something else to come."