Klaus focuses on the calming pressure of Obi-Wan's hand on his arm, taking a deep breath to try and steady his nerves. He wants to lash out, but he's come far enough to that it's just because he's uncomfortable and scared, and it won't be any good to push people away.

"Thanks," he murmurs as he slips his arms into Obi-Wan's robe. It's comfortable and soft, smelling like Obi-Wan in a way that calms Klaus, but there's that coppery smell of blood, too. It's all over him, all over the robe, all over Obi-Wan. It makes him want to throw up.

"Could you go ask someone if we could have some scrubs to go home in?" Klaus asks after a moment, looking up imploringly at Obi-Wan. And then, as if that's the only reason he's asking: "No one is going to let us in their car like this."