"Is it?" Obi-Wan asks, his thumb idly brushing over the soft skin of Klaus's shoulder. He keeps his gaze ahead, looking at the screen as the trailers begin to play, commercials for cars and banks and other things Obi-Wan has no particular interest in. "I would assume the film is starting exactly on time, isn't it?"

Klaus is small and warm against his side and while he still thinks Klaus must be rather chilly in that skimpy dress, he also thinks he'll do his best to keep them both warm. In fact, he's rather certain that is Klaus's entire plan.

He remembers this movie theatre. He remembers it well.

"Unless you have some other plan," he says in an innocent sounding whisper. "Which I suppose is possible."