"I considered that, but it seemed a little too familiar, offering to braid your sisters' hair," Obi-Wan answers, failing rather spectacularly at keeping a straight face as he speaks. He lifts his head enough to press a kiss to Klaus's temple, then falls back against the bed once more and pushes his fingers into Klaus's curls.

He does have beautiful hair. Obi-Wan loves to hold onto it, run his fingers through it, feel it against his skin. He loves when Klaus has it loose, falling over his shoulders, and he loves when he pulls it back, showcasing his beautiful bone structure.

Obi-Wan supposes he might as well just admit he loves everything about Klaus.

"I could braid your hair," he agrees. "Although I'm not sure what a braid would do to your curls."