"A loss like that can change a person," Klaus murmurs, stroking his fingers through Obi-Wan's beard. He speaks of the loss as if he understands it intimately, and maybe it's due to his empathetic nature, but Klaus thinks that maybe it's more than that. Obi-Wan has told him so much about his home, about the Jedi, and now the Sith. But he has never spoken of his own Master.

"You lost yours, didn't you?" Klaus asks softly, brow furrowing as his hand slides up to cup Obi-Wan's cheek, thumb stroking over the bone. "You've never talked about them."

It's a heavy topic for such a romantic evening, but being in love means sharing everything, the good and the bad. Klaus has never wanted to know a person like he wants to know Obi-Wan.

"You don't have to talk about it now," Klaus assures him, lifting his head to press a soft kiss to Obi-Wan's forehead. "But I'm glad you didn't go that way."