“Surely you jest!” Klaus’s gaze is drawn to Obi-Wan’s hand where it’s curled around his tiny little wrist. It sends a warm little spark through him, and that feels different, too.

“Perhaps we should.” He looks up at Obi-Wan and then pulls his hand away so he can take Obi-Wan’s instead, holding onto it as he steps forward to lead him into the bathroom. He usually walks with a bit of a sway to his hips, and it looks a little exaggerated on him now. When they step into the bathroom, it’s dark and Klaus closes his eyes, urging Obi-Wan behind him.

He takes Obi-Wan’s hand and lifts it to put it over his eyes, laughing a little as he leans back agaisnt Obi-Wan. They don’t fit together quite the same, but it’s still comfortable.

“I’m nervous,” he says with a soft chuckle. “I don’t know why.”