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Admittedly, this holiday makes even less sense to Obi-Wan than the others that have been explained to him thus far in Darrow. At least birthdays and Christmas and New Year's Eve have significance in terms of family and the turning over of a new leaf, so to speak, while Valentine's Day seems to be a day based solely in capitalism and commercialism.

He can't even begin to comprehend the winged babies who carry a bow and arrow he's seen depicted in a good number of decorations across the city.

His lack of understanding hasn't prevented him from buying Klaus a box of dark chocolate covered strawberries from a candy shop and bakery near his apartment. Earlier in the day he had stopped there, staring at the treats through the window, then he had gone inside on a whim, knowing Klaus would like them regardless of whether or not they had anything to do with the day itself.

What he's most interested in at this point is the meteor. He's heard a bit of gossip regarding it and it seems that a select group of people believe it's going to hit Darrow and obliterate everything, which Obi-Wan finds extremely unlikely. The chances of an impact event large enough to wipe out life are extremely low, though he supposes it isn't impossible. In either case, he sees little reason to worry. He's doubtful it will happen and if it does, there's nothing to be done about it at this late stage.

However, any sort of meteor may eventually be visible in the night sky and so it's with this plan in mind that he walks to the Hargreeves house, the box of chocolates held in his hands. Klaus had assured him the roof of the house would be the best place to watch him and he can't disagree. The roof of his own building was already filled with people when he set out half an hour earlier.

When he gets close, he sends Klaus a text message to let him know he's near, then heads for the front door to politely knock.

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Valentine's Day is stupid. Klaus has always thought that it's a stupid made up holiday designed to make people spend money and feel bad about themselves. He's always pretty much ignored it, not even bothering to go out on the actual night because the bars and clubs are full of desperate people and the assholes who prey on them, so he just avoids it entirely.

But now he's apparently a big fat hypocrite, because he's in love so now he cares. Or maybe it's a little of that, and a little because of this whole buzz about the meteor is making him restless. It's not that he believes it, really, but it makes him think of that first apocalypse, and how it felt when pieces of the moon were hurtling towards earth. Mostly, he thinks about how much he just... didn't care, not really. He was facing down certain death and he was just fine with it, in some sad way. He wasn't even scared.

Things are different now. He cares more than he did then, about pretty much everything. He very much does not want to die, and even though the meteor thing is probably bullshit, it's making him nervous. It's making him want to drown himself in alcohol or drugs, and he doesn't want to do that either. Instead, he gets very stoned and decides to keep himself busy, and that ties in quite well with Valentine's Day.

It starts with him dragging the rug from the library all the way up to the roof. And then he drags his mattress up there, remaking the bed after positioning it in the best spot to look up at the sky. It's cold up on the roof and will be even colder at night, so he scrounges up a space heater and an extension cord. It'll be dark, so he goes and picks up a string of fairy lights, turning the whole thing into this romantic little oasis, and he ends up just feeling kind of ridiculous. But hey! The project kept him from getting high, and freaking out about the meteor, and he thinks that Obi-Wan will appreciate the effort.

Once he's done, he spends about an hour in the shower scrubbing himself clean. Once he gets out and dries his hair, he goes into his room and finds a notification on his phone that makes things look up even more. He's getting dressed when Obi's text comes through, and he's working his way down the stairs when there's a knock on the door.

"I got it!" He yells throughout the house, pounding down the stairs even faster and skidding towards the front door, pulling it open to give Obi-Wan a breathless smile. "Hi."

"Hello there," Obi-Wan answers when Klaus opens the door, unable to hide his smile. It would be difficult not to smile, having heard Klaus shouting from inside and running for the door, and even if he doesn't entirely understand this day, he's pleased to be spending it with Klaus. As he is any day they're able to spend together, really, so it isn't much of a surprise at all.

"I brought these for you," he says as he comes into the house. He presents the box to Klaus, the chocolate covered strawberries on display through the clear front of the box. They're rather extravagant looking, swirls of white chocolate on top of the dark chocolate dip to create designs Obi-Wan is certain took a great deal of time to perfect.

"I don't know much about this holiday," he continues. "And I'm uncertain as to what the winged baby shooting people with an arrow has to do with anything, but the woman inside the candy shop assured me these were in keeping with the tradition of the day."

Klaus's gaze drops to the ridiculous red and white box in Obi-Wan's hands and can't help the fond laugh that he lets out, grinning at him as he reaches out to take it. They're edible, so they're better than a teddy bear. (As if he wouldn't cherish a teddy bear if Obi-Wan gave it to him.)

"Thank you. We can share them tonight," Klaus says happily, reaching out to tug Obi-Wan inside. "I-- literally have no idea where Cupid even came from. Greeting card companies, probably."

He takes Obi-Wan's hand and looks around the entryway suspiciously, as if one of his siblings might pop out to tease and/or antagonize them, but they make it to the stairs unscathed. They make it to the third floor and Klaus leads Obi-Wan past his bedroom to the stairs leading up to the roof. Them going up onto the roof had been a part of the plan, but Klaus is suddenly a little nervous about all the effort he put into it, like a goddamn fairytale grotto. Maybe it's too much, but Obi-Wan deserves the effort.

"I didn't get you a present," Klaus tells him as they step out onto the roof, and he fidgets a bit nervously as he gestures at the set up in the corner, with the bedding all made up and the space heater warming up the spot. There's even a bottle of champagne chilling in ice. And yeah, the ice is in a purple popcorn bowl and not a fancy silver bucket, but he tried. "But I did this."

As they go, Obi-Wan looks around for Klaus's siblings, intending on using the opportunity to say hello to them, but it seems as if they're all involved with their own activities. He can hear movement in other rooms and sense the presences of those living here, but no one appears to greet them and so Obi-Wan lets Klaus lead him on, deciding he'll just have to make sure to run into them on his way out, even though that likely won't be until the morning.

At first, he doesn't realize he's being led past Klaus's bedroom, because while he expected they would get up onto the roof eventually, he imagined Klaus was going to have to stop by his bedroom, get some warmer clothes, possibly a blanket for them to share. But he simply leads Obi-Wan past the bedroom to the stairs that go up to the roof, then out into the cool air, where he's clearly put a great deal of effort into their evening.

He says he didn't get a present, as if this isn't a far more thoughtful gift than a box of chocolate covered strawberries.

"Look at this," he says, pleasantly awed as he steps closer, looking at the lights and then the portable machine putting out heat in such a way as to make the entire thing terribly cozy. Even Klaus's bed is up here on the roof and Obi-Wan turns to him with a smile. "You've thought of everything."

The look on Obi-Wan's face makes all the work Klaus did worth it, and he smiles happily as he heads over to the bed, wiping his feet on the rug before lowering himself onto the mattress. Having done something good pleases him, and he smiles almost shyly as he points to a stack of take out boxes resting on an overturned milk crate.

"I even got dinner. Sushi!" He sets the chocolates down next to the crate and pats the spot next to him on the mattress before resting his hands on his knees and looking up at the sky. The sun has just dipped below the horizon, leaving streaks of purple and orange that are quickly disappearing. The lights he strung climb up a utility pole, casting a soft glow that spills across the bed. He did do a good job, he thinks. It isn't fancy or anything, but it's nice. "Come sit."

"I think I might have a better understanding of this day, if this is the result of it," Obi-Wan says as he unlaces his boots and then steps out of them, setting them aside so he can sit on the mattress beside Klaus. It's doubtful anyone would have called Obi-Wan Kenobi a romantic, had they known him during the years of the Separatist War, and he might not have thought of himself as such either, but this feels romantic and he enjoys it very much.

"You've truly thought of everything." He wiggles his toes within his socks, pleased to find his feet are still quite warm. There's a chill in the air, but it's combated beautifully by the plugged in warmer Klaus has set up and Obi-Wan thinks they'll have no trouble whatsoever, spending as much time as they like up here.

And then, when it's time to head back in, he can at least use the Force to help Klaus move the mattress back into his bedroom.

"This is the first Valentine's Day that I've ever celebrated," Klaus admits. It's a silly holiday, but aren't most of them kind of silly? Like Thanksgiving and Christmas, today is about celebrating bonds and connections, just in a difference sense that Klaus has never really had cause for before.

He's never been a romantic person, and he still doesn't really consider himself one, but he has his moments, and this is one of them. He wanted things to be special because Obi-Wan is worth the work. This is worth the work, though it never really feels like work at all.

Obi-Wan joins him on the mattress and Klaus is pleased that the heater creates a nice little bubble of warmth for them. As long as they stay here, in this spot, there is no real chill to feel at all. He reaches over to grab the containers and sets them on the bed in front of them, handing over a pair of wooden chopsticks and a bottle of water to Obi-Wan as he looks up at the sky.

"I'll admit, all the talk of meteors has me a bit nervous," Klaus says as he flips open the container for his sushi roll. "Bad memories, maybe. Putting all this together helped keep me busy, so it was sort of duel purpose."

"What sort of bad memories?" Obi-Wan asks curiously, his head tilted to study Klaus as he takes up the chopsticks and picks up one of the sushi rolls. "Only if you're comfortable talking about them, of course."

He doesn't want to bring down the atmosphere of the evening, but he also wants Klaus to know he can talk to him about absolutely anything at all. No matter what the topic or where they may be or what else might be going on, he should always feel free to do so.

Over the past week or so, he's heard some people talk about a fifty-fifty chance of the meteor hitting Darrow, which he finds extremely unlikely. The math on that is nearly impossible and Obi-Wan had spent nearly an entire day looking for a proper source on the matter, only to find there is no proper source. None of the scientists in Darrow seem to have taken this on at all and all information is coming from the media, a good portion of which isn't exactly known for fact-checking.

"Oof, that's heavy," Klaus says with a bemused huff. It's not that he doesn't want to tell Obi-Wan, but it's just such a ridiculous situation that he's never really had to explain out loud before. He pops a piece of his own roll into his mouth to buy himself a few moments while he chews, and then bends his knee, pulling his leg up so he can rest his cheek on his knee and look at Obi-Wan.

"I told you that we had to go back in time," he begins, wrapping his arm around his leg and biting his lip. "It was because there was an apocalypse like, actively happening. The moon had blown up, and there were pieces of it hurtling toward earth and I remember just standing there and watching, thinking we were all about to die, but Five jumped us all back to the sixties to save us, and so we could stop it from happening."

He shrugs a little and pokes at his sushi roll with his chopsticks. "I know this whole meteor thing is probably bullshit, but apparently it's a sore subject with me."

Obi-Wan almost asks Which moon? before he recalls that Earth, the planet were Klaus has lived, only has one moon. Such a thing would have been catastrophic, he realizes, pieces of the moon plummeting toward the planet where he lived, and it must have been truly frightening, too. Especially if they were then rocketed into the past where they would have no idea if they could truly prevent what was going to happen.

He reaches across the space between them with his free hand and cups the side of Klaus's face turned up toward the sky.

"Well," he says. "I'll be here with you. Should anything happen."

A smile touches his mouth and he asks, "Would it help for me to go over the math? The likelihood of it actually happening? I've looked into it a great deal since the announcement happened and I've looked into whether or not any of the local scientists have learned anything."

It is somehow entirely unsurprising that Obi-Wan doesn't seem at all surprised by what Klaus says. Back home, anyone would have thought he was crazy, but Obi-Wan just quietly processes it and moves on. It's wild, and Klaus loves it so much.

"Hey, if you're not worried, I'm not worried," Klaus says honestly, nuzzling his cheek into Obi-Wan's palm before turning his head to bite softly at the meat of it. If the world was about to end, there would probably be a shift in the energy that Obi-Wan feels, at least a little. If he's coming at it with that and logic and isn't worried at all, Klaus will roll with that. It's better than freaking out, and if for some reason he's wrong, there's nothing they can do it about it anyway. Might as well enjoy the evening.

"You are the space expert, after all," Klaus teases, leaning over to steal a quick kiss, licking a tiny bit of sauce from Obi-Wan's lower lip before pulling back with a soft smile. "Hopefully we get a neat light show. High stakes fireworks."

"Oh, I would hardly call myself an expert," Obi-Wan answers with a grin. "There are other people here in Darrow who know far more about space than I do. They've had to study it and learn how to travel properly within it. I've just benefited from the knowledge of generations before me having done that difficult work."

He knows how to fly a ship and he knows how to calculate the distance between planets and he knows many of the worlds that exist in the galaxy, but he wouldn't call himself an expert. Especially not on the mechanics of it all.

At this moment, he's just glad to be here with Klaus. To have this night together. He doubts very much it's going to end poorly, but if it does, he's glad he'll be here with Klaus when it happens.

"Even if nothing happens, this is already wonderful," he points out as he picks up another roll for himself. "No one has ever done something like this for me before."

"I've never done anything like this for anyone before," Klaus admits, smiling over at Obi-Wan and giving him a warm, lingering look. When he came up with the idea, he hadn't meant it as some grand gesture. He just thought it would be a nice, fun thing for them, and it was only after he started that he realized what he was doing. He was being romantic. It's not terrible, really. He kind of likes being romantic. For him.

"Well, as long as we're making the most of the night, I have something to show you." Finishing off his roll, he sets the container on the ground and then reaches into his back pocket to tug out his phone. Earlier in the day, Klaus had gotten the results for their STD screenings in an email. It wasn't a surprise to see that he was clean, not with how careful he is, but the important thing is that he knows for sure.

"This came today," he says, handing over the phone so that Obi-Wan can scroll through the results. "Clean bills of heath for the both of us. Maybe we should celebrate." He makes a big show of tapping his chin thoughtfully. "The question is how, though."

Obi-Wan pops a last bite of sushi into his mouth and carefully wipes his hands on a napkin before he takes Klaus's phone to look at what he's being shown. While he's gotten comfortable with using his own phone for making calls and sending text messages, doing what he thinks are the most important things, the concept of email is still something he doesn't bother with overly much. It just seems so primitive, having to type out the information he wishes to communicate, then send it, then wait for a response.

It feels a little like making battle reports, though with less importance, so he mostly tends not to use it. Which is why he'd filled in Klaus's email address when the clinic had asked him where he wanted the results sent. They had seemed skeptical, but he had signed the waiver and given his permission, and now he's glad he'd done so. He likely would have forgotten to check his email entirely.

After scanning the results, Obi-Wan laughs softly, glancing at Klaus from the corner of his eye before handing back his phone. "How, indeed," he hums, pretending to give it some deep consideration as he takes a sip from his water.

The results certainly make the entire setup Klaus has put so much effort into that much more meaningful.

As excited as he is, knowing that he'll have sex without a condom makes him feel almost nervous. Or maybe it isn't nerves. More like a giddy anticipation, and he wonders if this is what normal people might feel like when losing their virginities. Klaus can't even really remember the first time that he had sex, so he can't imagine that he was all that nervous about it.

"We can start with a drink," Klaus says as he puts his phone on silent and sets it aside, because as eager as he is, they don't have to pounce on each other right now. That's the thing about spending time with Obi-Wan. Klaus likes all of it, no matter what they're doing. Sure, he has some preferences, but it's all good.

He leans back to grab the bottle out of the bowl of ice and scoop up the two wine glasses he stole from downstairs, since they don't have any flutes. After rolling himself back up, he hands a glass to Obi-Wan and then pops the cork on the bottle, laughing as it flies across the roof.

"What should we toast to?" He asks, smiling as he fills Obi-Wan's glass and then his own. "Something terribly cheesy would be in keeping with the theme."

Obi-Wan watches the cork fly with a smile, then holds his glass steady for Klaus to fill, watching the bubbles rise through the liquid as he considers what they ought to toast to.

"Something terribly cheesy," he says in a considering tone. The problem, he thinks, with attempting to find something cheesy to say is that he'll also be entirely sincere. Anything that might be considered overly romantic or silly is also still likely to be something he believes. Something he truly feels.

"To good timing," he settles on saying. "From being in the same place at the same time so that we might meet, to receiving these results on a day meant for romance, silly as it may sometimes seem. I fear I haven't actually managed to be cheesy at all."

"I'm not sure you could be cheesy if you tried," Klaus says with a helplessly fond grin on his face, because while Obi-Wan says these terribly romantic things, he is always utterly sincere. He says these things because he means them, and Klaus can't find anything cheesy about that.

"To good timing," he repeats, because that is a very good thing to toast to, he thinks. After clinking his glass against Obi-Wan's, he takes a large drink, letting the bubbles roll over his tongue before swallowing. He looks over at Obi-Wan with a smile and then leans in, holding his glass aside so he can give the other man a long, lingering kiss.

The timing is perfect. What are the odds that they would both end up here, in this strange little place out of space and time, together? Astronomical.

The sun finally sinks down below the horizon, casting the roof into a bit more darkness, which only serves to make their little corner of it warmer and cozier. Somehow more private, too, even though Obi-Wan knows they'll still be in full view of anyone who chooses to come up here.

He truly hopes Klaus had asked his siblings to leave them alone, at least for a little while.

When the kiss eases apart, Obi-Wan smiles and takes another sip of his drink, enjoying the way the bubbles feel in his mouth. Time after time, he finds new and unusual traditions in Darrow, and time after time, he enjoys each and every one. It isn't only Klaus who has been introducing him to new things, though he does tend to do it more often than anyone else.

The entire world is new and he's lucky to be able to experience is alongside someone he loves and dear friends.

"You really did put together something magical tonight," he says. "You should feel good about all this. I certainly do, but as the one who benefits from the gesture, I'm saying you should as well."

The praise makes Klaus smile shyly, and his nose scrunches a little as he looks around at what he's put together. He can put work into something when it's something that he actually gives a shit about, but there just isn't very much on that list. Obi-Wan, though. This thing that they're building between them. He cares about that more than pretty much anything else.

"Well, you're worth the effort," Klaus tells him, leaning in for another lingering kiss. After finishing off his glass, he sets it down and then tosses himself back onto the mattress, spreading his limbs out as he looks up at the sky. "It is pretty nice, isn't it? I'd like to fix the roof up in general. Make it a place where everyone could hang out, you know? It'd be nice for the summer."

He sits up a little to reach for Obi-Wan's shirt, but a flash out of the corner of his eye distracts him and he looks up at the sky again. "I think I just saw a shooting star."

"Did you?" Obi-Wan asks, tilting his own gaze up toward the sky. A meteor shower is significantly more likely than a meteor actually making contact with the planet and Obi-Wan is about to say as much when another streaks across the sky. Then another.

"Look at that," he murmurs in wonder. He's seen meteor showers before. He's been caught out in space in one or two before and while he absolutely would not recommend that experience, this is utterly beautiful. Even piece of the meteor streaks across the sky on a trail of light, leaving behind a brilliant path, and Obi-Wan reaches over to take Klaus's hand without looking.

He still has his glass in his other hand, but he sinks into a supine position, his head on a pillow, his eyes on the sky. Light streaks overhead and they're both quiet, watching, taking in the spectacle. They're lucky to be able to see this. They're lucky to see it together.

When Obi-Wan lays back, Klaus lets go of his hand so he can draw Obi's arm around his shoulders instead, settling against him with his head on Obi's shoulder. More streaks of light spread across the sky, and even Klaus can tell that they are too far away to worry about. Instead, the create a beautiful show in the night sky, and Klaus marvels over how perfect this exact moment in time is.

"I could live in this moment," he says after a long while, twisting his head to look up at Obi-Wan's face. He's said that once before, but it's even truer now. He's never experienced a moment as incredible as this one. He's never felt such peace.

He lifts his head to give Obi-Wan a kiss, smiling into it before pulling away to turn his gaze back up at the sky. Another piece of meteor soars by with a twinkling trail of light, and Klaus presses in closer to Obi-Wan with an utterly content sigh.

Obi-Wan would be the first to say his experience with romance is essentially non-existent. There is no history here, nothing for him to fall back on in times like this, no experience for him to delve into so that he might make sure he's doing all of this properly, and yet he never feels the need. If he makes a misstep, then he makes it. He doesn't want a moment of this to feel performative, as if he's only doing something because he knows it's what might be expected of him.

And he thinks the same can be said for Klaus. Deception is simple when it doesn't matter and while Obi-Wan doesn't care of it, prefers instead to be as honest as possible, it's been necessary for him in the past. But here, in these moments that matter, he knows they're both much too sincere to be anything else.

He likes that about them.

"Well, this is much better than space invaders," he says mildly, smiling as he tips his head slightly, his lips pressed to Klaus's hair. His eyes are still skyward, taking in the light as it streaks overhead.

The comment makes Klaus laugh, and he smiles at the kiss to his head. Sometimes it feels like it's only with Obi-Wan that he's his truest self. He doesn't have to put his armor up, doesn't have to protect himself with barbs and sarcasm. He can be this person who loves being held and kissed, who can be open and soft, and it's okay.

Being with Obi-Wan doesn't make him a different person, just a better version of himself. He likes this better version.

"Well, luckily I know this hot Jedi who would protect me," Klaus teases, watching another light streak across the sky before turning his body until he can sling his leg over Obi-Wan's, planting his knees in the mattress until he's straddling him. He sits up and rests his hands on Obi-Wan's chest, smiling down at him as his fingers hook into the neck of his shirt.

He might be missing a bit of the meteor shower, but this view is just as good.

"There are a few of us in Darrow, you may have to be a little more specific," he answers with a teasing smile as he settles his hands on Klaus's hip. "If you're referring to me, though, of course I would. I even brought my lightsaber."

Which isn't a surprise at this point. It's extremely rare for him to go anywhere without it. There are certain places he understands such a thing isn't allowed and so he leaves it at home then, but if he's going anywhere else, he brings the lightsaber with him. It feels wrong and a little dangerous to leave it behind.

"You're missing the show," he says softly, sliding his hands down over Klaus's thighs toward his knees, then back up again. "Although it makes a stunning backdrop for my current view."

"Well, you are the closest, so I guess you'll have to do," he teases, smirking as Obi-Wan's hands slide along his thighs. Klaus can take care of himself, for the most part, but he is only human. A well-trained human, sure, but he's still just a man. His powers couldn't be used in a fight, not like those of his siblings, and he always felt a little extra exposed when they went out on missions. He felt so much more breakable than them.

So, even though he's loathe to admit it, he likes knowing Obi-Wan would have his back with all of his Jedi powers. For all that he claims not to need anyone, he likes being part of a team.

"Oh yeah?" Klaus grins and sits up, making a show of pulling his shirt up over his head, tossing it aside and shaking out his hair. He lifts his hands to rest the top of his stacked fingers under his chin, elbows up in a classic pin up pose. "How's this?"