When Obi-Wan shuts him down, Klaus huffs and slumps against Obi-Wan's side, but he doesn't push the issue. Instead he takes a breath and nods a little at Obi-Wan's quiet assurance, because he can wait. For now.
He closes his eyes and focuses on the rumble of the car beneath them, the sounds passing by, and the gentle touch of Obi-Wan's fingers against his skin. A content sigh escapes him and he lets go of Obi-Wan's hand to curl his fingers around the man's wrist instead, thumb swiping across the knob of bone.
"You behave," he murmurs as Obi-Wan's hand glides back and forth, turning his head to press his smile against Obi-Wan's shoulder. Fuck, he's happy. It strikes him over and over again, and he hopes that he never gets used to it.
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He closes his eyes and focuses on the rumble of the car beneath them, the sounds passing by, and the gentle touch of Obi-Wan's fingers against his skin. A content sigh escapes him and he lets go of Obi-Wan's hand to curl his fingers around the man's wrist instead, thumb swiping across the knob of bone.
"You behave," he murmurs as Obi-Wan's hand glides back and forth, turning his head to press his smile against Obi-Wan's shoulder. Fuck, he's happy. It strikes him over and over again, and he hopes that he never gets used to it.