For a moment, before he picks up the brush, Obi-Wan slips both his arms around Klaus from behind and then presses his lips to his shoulder, holding him there for a moment. With Satine, he had so few moments like this. Their relationship had been hidden, secretive, not because either of them were ashamed but because of the consequences that would have come had they committed to it fully. He wishes he had spent more time with her like this, relishing the beauty of the quiet.

So he does, pressing his cheek to Klaus's shoulder, his eyes closed as he exhales once, long and slow. Then he kisses Klaus's warm skin again and picks up the brush from his thigh, beginning to run it gently through Klaus's hair.

"Why not right now?" he asks in a warm voice, combing his fingers through Klaus's hair after the brush. "I'm not as young as I used to be and you've worn me out utterly this evening. I might as well do something nice that doesn't involve my penis."