Obi-Wan cradles Klaus against his chest and he finds that he isn’t even scared. He’s angry at whatever force has decided that it was Klaus’s time to go because it put that shattered look on Obi-Wan’s face.
He never wanted to be another person that Obi-Wan Kenobi has to mourn.
“Obi,” he gasps out, reaching a shaking hand up towards his face because Klaus wants to comfort him, even in his last moments. He wants to make a joke, make a silly face, call him a ridiculous pet name, if only to take that look out of his eyes. He doesn’t want to cause him any pain, doesn’t want to make him go through this again.
His bloody fingertips touch Obi-Wan’s face and he tries to speak, tries to tell him that he loves him, but he can’t seem to make his mouth work. Instead he just holds Obi-Wan’s gaze for as long as he can, tears welling in his eyes until they finally unfocus and he goes limp in Obi-Wan’s arms, pulse stuttering to a stop as his eyes point unblinkingly at the sky.
And then Klaus is gone, swept away somewhere that Obi-Wan can’t follow.
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He never wanted to be another person that Obi-Wan Kenobi has to mourn.
“Obi,” he gasps out, reaching a shaking hand up towards his face because Klaus wants to comfort him, even in his last moments. He wants to make a joke, make a silly face, call him a ridiculous pet name, if only to take that look out of his eyes. He doesn’t want to cause him any pain, doesn’t want to make him go through this again.
His bloody fingertips touch Obi-Wan’s face and he tries to speak, tries to tell him that he loves him, but he can’t seem to make his mouth work. Instead he just holds Obi-Wan’s gaze for as long as he can, tears welling in his eyes until they finally unfocus and he goes limp in Obi-Wan’s arms, pulse stuttering to a stop as his eyes point unblinkingly at the sky.
And then Klaus is gone, swept away somewhere that Obi-Wan can’t follow.