“Maybe,” Klaus replies, feeling his smile go a little wistful. He always thought that if he and Dave were in a different time, in a different place, under different circumstances, they would have been perfect. There was so much against them, almost literally everything, but Klaus still stayed. He supposes the same is true for Obi-Wan and Satine.

“Good.” Klaus smiles and hops off of his stool, wobbling a little after taking longer to hit the floor than usual. He takes his plate and sets it in the sink while draining the last of his coffee, immediately refilling the mug before stepping up next to Obi-Wan, leaning against him where he’s still sitting on his stool. The slippery material of his robe falls over one shoulder as he takes another careful sip of coffee, he looks over at Obi-Wan thoughtfully before twisting to work his way between Obi-Wan and the counter, pushing him back until Klaus’s narrow body is pinned between them and he can look up at Obi-Wan. “Hello.”