Klaus lets out a bright laugh at the delightful curse and then flips onto his back once Obi-Wan is done using his shirt as a napkin. He settles into the grass and lets out a soft, happy sigh as Obi-Wan's hand settles on his chest. He feels lighter than air right now, like he might float up into the sky and it's only Obi-Wan's hand that's holding him to the earth. The kiss to his cheek only adds to it, and he thinks about how scared he was when he woke up this morning, how frustrated and exhausted.

Before Darrow, before Obi-Wan, he would have drugged himself until he couldn't think or buried himself in the nearest stranger, or perhaps both. But now he's here with his family, with this man he has fallen for so completely, and they all make him want to be better. It's not just for them, though. He wants to be better for himself.

He lifts his head to watch Obi-Wan as he speaks, reaching up to sweep Obi-Wan's hair back from his forehead with a fond smile. Sometimes Obi-Wan makes him feel like he could do anything. "You know, I think I did. I feel-- I feel good. Hopeful."