“You would look very fetching,” Obi-Wan says as he follows Klaus into the shower, pulling the curtain behind them. The water is warm and refreshing as it cascades over them and he reaches for Klaus again, touching his shoulders. How broad palms run down the length of his arms and find his hands.

For a moment he just holds them there, his now larger hands around Klaus’s. Then he lifts Klaus’s hands over his head, pushes back and pins them overhead against the shower wall.

“Something in purple, I think,” he says in an appraising tone, looking down Klaus’s body. “Yes, I’d like that.”