“I’m no taller than I was yesterday,” Obi-Wan replied as he reaches up with his free hand to curl his fingers around Klaus’s narrower wrist. Klaus has always been on the thin side, but now he feels delicate, too, even if Obi-Wan is certain he would still be the formidable presence he always is, no matter his size.

“I think,” he says, pausing to take a sip from his tea. “I think you might actually be short.” A grin blooms behind the rim of his mug and he squeezes Klaus’s wrist gently in his amusement.

“It’s just a suspicion I have,” he adds quickly, as if not wanting to offend. “We should perhaps compare in the mirror.”