"No," he says, smiling. He tilts his head a little, rubbing himself against Klaus's hand, liking the feel of his fingers on his face. "The first time I thought I might love you was the early morning you came to tell me Ben was here. You came to find me, to share this wonderfully joyful thing, and later, as we were speaking, as you were preparing to sleep, you told me you want to make me happy and I realized you already did. Happy like I hadn't felt in a very long time."

Obi-Wan shifts, presses his lips to Klaus's jaw and shivers just a little. Not from the chill in the air, he's still wonderfully warm in this little cocoon Klaus had created from them. He simply feels good. Free, perhaps, is the better word for it.

"But I knew for certain the night of our fancy date," he murmurs against Klaus's throat. "I don't remember what you said or what you did, but I remember thinking I love him."