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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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When Klaus moves them, Obi-Wan goes, grateful and eager, and he wraps his arms around Klaus as he meets Klaus's thrusts up into his body. The night air is cool, even with the heat being provided both from the heater Klaus had brought and their bodies, and it dries some of the sweat on Obi-Wan's skin as he rides Klaus, moaning brazenly.

If there are any windows open below them, even a crack, they'll be heard. Obi-Wan doesn't care. He feels cracked open, Klaus's fingers digging into his chest and pulling apart his ribs and exposing all the places he's kept behind a plate of armour ever since he'd had to leave Satine behind on Mandalore all those years ago. The armour had only grown thicker and stronger since her death, but Klaus has broken it with ease. He doesn't care if anyone knows. Klaus's siblings, Anakin, they can think whatever they may, it makes no difference to how Obi-Wan feels.

He's missed this feeling, he realizes. A bit of defiance mingled with the intensity of real love. It's a beautiful thing.

Briefly, his hands cup Klaus's face, holding onto him, then his fingers drag down his throat, over his chest, bracing himself there as he moves with Klaus, rising and falling on his cock, his own bouncing between them.

God, Klaus loves it when Obi-Wan is loud. He is usually always so composed that Klaus feels a certain sense of triumph when he makes noise. Especially now, when each sound he makes feels like it's being pulled up from somewhere deep inside of him, like he just can't help it. These sounds are music to Klaus's ears and he wants to hear more of them all the time.

"Yeah, just like that," he gasps out, shifting himself so he has more leverage to thrust up into Obi-Wan, holding onto him while the two of them work together to have Obi-Wan bouncing on his cock. He braces his forearm against Obi-Wan's lower back and reaches between them to curl his fingers around Obi's cock, not stroking so much as just holding on and giving him something to fuck into as he bounces so goddamn splendidly.

"You're more beautiful than any poetry, than any song," Klaus breathes out, not even entirely sure of what he's saying but meaning every word of it all the same. "I could never get enough of you. Not in a thousand lifetimes."

He lifts his hand from Obi-Wan's back to grip the back of his neck instead, dragging him down onto Klaus's cock and holding him there while Klaus kisses him, keeping him there and kissing him until he starts to squirm and then releasing him, thrusting up hard as his hand slides down the sweat-slick expanse of Obi-Wan's back.

"You're even more beautiful when you come," he says with a grin, sliding his hand up into Obi-Wan's hair to grip some of it in his fist, using it to tug his head back so Klaus can lean in and drag his tongue across the hollow of Obi-Wan's throat and up his neck, biting at the spot just under his ear. "Are you going to come for me?"

Though he's certainly been with people physically stronger than he is, even those who might manhandle him a little, none of it has ever felt even a fraction as good as this does with Klaus. He's panting harshly against Klaus's mouth as he's held down on his cock and when he squirms, it's more for show than anything else, wanting to feel Klaus's cock inside of him, wanting feel him moving even when he's being held in place.

At first, before Klaus releases him again, he just rocks, moving back and forth in Klaus's lap. His fingers curl under, clinging to Klaus's waist as his head is pulled back and he moans again at the feel of Klaus's tongue dragging over his skin.

At Klaus's words, Obi-Wan's breath hitches and he thinks he could come. No, he knows he could, as soon as Klaus says it, as he rolls his hips, his cock sliding through Klaus's fist, but then he manages to grin, a quick quirk of his lips.

"Do you want me to come now?" he asks breathlessly. "Or do you want me to wait until you're... what did you say? Licking your come out of me?"

"Fuck." Klaus huffs out a breathless laugh, amused and desperately aroused, and he nods as he drags Obi-Wan in for another kiss, biting at his bottom lip and giving it a tug before licking away the sting. "That sounds like a lovely idea."

He pushes Obi-Wan back again, laying him out on the mattress and falling over him, catching himself with one hand planted into the mattress. Klaus grabs Obi-Wan's hip in his other hand, squeezing hard enough to bruise as he fucks him hard, gasping as he bottoms out. The pleasure inside of him rises like a white-hot wave as his thrusts get erratic, and all it takes is the reminder that he'll get to come deep inside Obi-Wan to have him tipping over the edge.

His hips slam forward, grinding in deep as he comes with a moan, staring down at Obi-Wan as he holds himself up on a trembling arm. It's a new sensation, similar but also so different, and Klaus collapses onto his elbow and buries his face in Obi-Wan's neck as aftershocks roll through him, hips rocking lazily as he licks at Obi's skin, tasting the salt from their exertion.

Even once he's spoken, Obi-Wan is a little surprised he's managed to get the words out, given the spike of arousal they bring, though he's the one to have said them. It's the mere thought, the idea of Klaus turning him over, licking himself out of him, and it sends tremors of pleasure down his spine as Klaus pushes him back on the mattress once more.

The grip Klaus has on him is hard, enough so that he knows he'll leave marks behind, bruises pressed into his skin and Obi-Wan's hand falls to Klaus's, pressing his fingers harder. He wants to see those marks days from now, wants to remember this night, this feeling, everything they've built and all the ways in which it's so unexpected.

And somehow exactly what he needs.

When Klaus comes, Obi-Wan's eyes close, and he tells himself not to follow suit. He makes his body obey, his cock achingly hard, and he wraps both his arms around Klaus, breath catching in his throat, the sensation of being filled in such a way entirely, wonderfully new.

They so often come in tandem with each other, one after another, and it's only when Obi-Wan doesn't immediately follow him that Klaus realizes how unusual that is, how special they are. But then he remembers why, and his body shivers in pleasure as he lifts his head to grab Obi-Wan's chin and give him a kiss.

"You're just as filthy as I am," he murmurs against Obi-Wan's mouth, grinning widely and biting at his bottom lip again. "I love it. Turn over when I pull out, up on your knees."

He swallows hard as he sits up, looking down at where they're joined before he slides out of Obi-Wan and grabs his hip, moving out of the way so he can flip Obi-Wan over onto his hands and knees. Klaus gets in a similar position behind him, grabbing Obi-Wan by the backs of his knees to press them further apart. And then he moves his hands to Obi's ass, spreading his cheeks with his thumbs and watching, waited with his breath caught in his throat.

When Klaus's come starts to leak from Obi-Wan's hole, he can't help the moan that he lets out. It's obscene, and Klaus feels a flush run through him, cheeks going pink as he stares with wide-eyed awe. It's not just that it's incredibly erotic, but it means something. He never thought that he would get to have this with anyone, let alone someone so incredible.

"Stars, Obi," he breathes out, watching a bead of come roll along the crease of his thigh before reaching down to gather it on his thumb, sliding it up to press the digit into Obi-Wan's ass, just like he promised that he would, and then he leans in to follow the trail with his mouth, sliding his thumb out only to drag his tongue across Obi's hole instead, whimpering at the taste of himself, of them.

Even before he turns over and brings his knees up under his body, Obi-Wan is trembling. It's partly arousal, partly the exertion of hanging onto his tenuous control, and partly the intensity of the emotion he feels for Klaus, every moment when they're together. Klaus calls them filthy and perhaps they are by some standards, but all Obi-Wan feels when they're together like this is love. Physical attraction, yes, of course, but what makes it so much better, so much stronger is the love associated with every act.

He's always known how much better sex is when it's with someone who loves you, but he'd thought he would never again have such a chance as he does now with Klaus.

Klaus's thumb presses into him and he says stars and Obi-Wan drops to his forearms, his head hanging between his shoulders as he grins down at the mattress below him. Stars. Just like someone from home might have said and it makes his entire body tremble again even as he smiles.

Despite expecting Klaus's tongue next, the wet press of it still makes Obi-Wan's entire body surge, first forward, then rocking back against Klaus's mouth. And then, because he knows how much Klaus likes it, and he wants to give him the same feeling he'd just said when he had whispered stars, he moans, "Fuck, Klaus."

Obi's response sends a flush of arousal through him, enough of one that he shivers and moans, biting at the swell of Obi's ass before pulling back again. A bead of come leaks out of him again, and Klaus watches as it rolls down to Obi-Wan's balls. He's mesmerized by the sight of it, staring for a moment before leans in to lap it up with his tongue, lifting Obi's balls in his palm so he can carefully pull one into his mouth.

Once he releases it, he reaches further between Obi-Wan's legs to curl his hand around Obi's cock, finding it wet and stiff, molten hot to the touch, and he gives it a slow stroke as he licks his way back to Obi's hole. He can feel the messy slickness of himself against his tongue, and gives another shudder. This is intimacy beyond measure, and it's not just the act itself, but knowing that they can have this at all, knowing that he's found someone to trust this much, someone who trusts him just the same.

A part of him wants to stuff his cock back into Obi-Wan just like this, but he's already come twice and the night is still relatively young, so he better pace himself. Besides, right now he just wants to make Obi-Wan feel good, so Klaus fucks him with his tongue instead, groaning as he presses it in as deep as he can while his hand works Obi's cock.

"Is this how you want to come?" Klaus asks breathlessly, once he's able to tear himself away. "You can have anything, sweetheart. Anything you want."

"Like this," he gasps, because he doesn't think he has the strength to hold off much longer. Klaus's hand is on him, his mouth, the heat of his tongue, and Obi-Wan almost feels like sobbing, the pleasure overwhelming, like nothing he's ever felt before. He's aching with heat, with the desire for release, but he doesn't want this to end either. This is the kind of night he wishes could go on and on.

And it can, he realizes. There is no pressing reason for either of them to leave. He'll stay, he'll help Klaus move his bed back into his room, they can sleep. He doesn't need to go anywhere.

It's a gift, being here with Klaus. For so long Obi-Wan has been the perfect Jedi; a general in war, a Jedi Master, a fighter, a teacher, an example to others. The Negotiator. But here he can be simply Obi-Wan. He can be speechless if he's rendered so and no one expects him to be otherwise.

"Please, Klaus," he begs, rocking back against his mouth, then into the circle of his fist. "This is perfect. You're perfect." And anything else he might say is lost in a low moan, heat building inside of him until it rushes over him in a wave of pleasure and he comes, spilling onto Klaus's hand.

Klaus is not perfect. He is so far from perfect, not even close, and he knows that Obi-Wan does not consider him to be, not really, because no one is perfect. But in this moment, right here, he can be. He can be perfect, for Obi.

He drags the tight circle of his fist along Obi's cock and presses his tongue deep inside of him, moaning along with him when he comes. Klaus strokes him through it, lapping at his slick hole a few more times before pulling away, pressing a few soft kisses along his backside. Obi-Wan is still trembling as Klaus turns him over onto his back, and he ducks his head to press a few kisses along Obi's hips and stomach, dragging his tongue through the mess of come on his belly before lifting his head and wiping his mouth with his forearm.

His mouth travels upwards, kissing along his ribs and then his chest, resting his mouth just above his fluttering heart. Feeling Obi's pulse against his mouth makes Klaus feel like he's important, like maybe he is sort of perfect, at least here in this makeshift bed on a rooftop, with this man that he loves.

"I love you," he murmurs, lifting his head to cup Obi-Wan's jaw and press a soft kiss to his mouth, letting it linger before laying down next to him and gathering Obi-Wan into his arms.

"Stars, I love you," Obi-Wan murmurs in return, settling into Klaus's arms, his limbs feeling utterly weak, as if all the strength had left him when he'd come. His skin is sensitive to the touch, yet he doesn't want Klaus to stop touching him. It's as if that's what his skin needs, what it's craving, just the continued press of Klaus's skin against his own.

The sky has long ago gone dark and while the stars are still bright against that velvet black, the meteor shower has ended, leaving behind the same sky he's looked at dozens of times since coming to Darrow. An unfamiliar sky, different constellations, different stars, but one that's becoming more familiar with each passing day.

Obi-Wan might not have thought it, but there might be a possibility of this becoming home.

Shifting on the bed, he curls himself against Klaus's side, touching his fingertips to the black ink on Klaus's stomach. "I've never asked what this means," he says as he traces the lines. He can't feel them, they're part of Klaus's skin now, deep enough that they're the same.

They settle together with Klaus on his back, one arm tucked under his head with the other wrapped around Obi-Wan's shoulders, holding onto him as he looks up at the sky and takes a deep, content breath. Another perfect moment.

Obi-Wan's fingers travel along his stomach and Klaus lifts his head at the question, smiling a little sadly as he pulls his arm from under his head to touch the letters himself. Memories of getting the tattoo rise to the surface and he swallows hard, tracing a line across the characters at the bottom.

"It's a representation of a temple, actually," Klaus tells him, voice a little thick. "I got it during the war, not long after getting the one on my arm. The language is Thai." He pauses for a moment, feeling his smile grow. "It means Klaus loves Dave."

It doesn't feel strange to talk about Dave with Obi-Wan, not even intimate details, because Dave is a part of him, just as Satine is a part of Obi-Wan. Klaus loves her, just for what she means to him. He's sure that Obi-Wan feels similarly about Dave.

"I'm sure it won't surprise you to learn that we were just a little intoxicated," he murmurs, turning to smile against Obi-Wan's forehead.

There are those who would likely ask if etching such words on a body permanently is a good idea, but Obi-Wan is not one of them. While he has no tattoos of his own and imagines no world in which that would change, he sees no real difference between the markings on Klaus's skin and those on his soul. On his heart. Dave is everywhere within him, Dave has shaped him, has left his mark in wonderful ways, as well as painful ones, and they are as apparent to Obi-Wan as the black letters inked into Klaus's skin.

"Ah, well, my next question was going to be just how much it hurt," he says, laughing softly, grazing his fingertips along the letters. "As this seems to be a particularly sensitive place one might get tattooed. But now I understand why it might have been easier for you."

He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to Klaus's shoulder. "Did Dave get one as well?" he asks. "Or did he allow you to do the painful honours for the both of you?"

"Nah, it didn't hurt. Tickled mostly," Klaus says, shrugging a little as he slides his hand along his stomach until his fingers are linked with Obi-Wan's. "Got my first one at thirteen, remember? We were trained to withstand torture growing up. A tattoo is nothing."

The question brings up another happy memory: Dave laughing and smiling, holding his hand and telling Klaus to squeeze if it hurt too badly. He had no idea that Klaus was trained to withstand torture, after all.

"No tattoos for Dave. He was Jewish," Klaus says, falling silent before remembering that Obi-Wan most likely has no idea what that is. "It's a religion. I don't know a ton about it, but apparently desecrating your body," he says, using air quotes around the last words, "is a big no no. He mostly just thought that his mom would kill him."

He laughs softly and picks up Obi-Wan's hand again, threading their fingers together and bringing their hands up to kiss Obi-Wan's knuckles. "I got them on a whim, aside from my squads," he says, gesturing at his bicep and the inside of his forearm, "but I'm glad that I have them. Well, I might regret the tiger."

It's an interesting thought, the idea of tattoos as a desecration when Obi-Wan has lived on a planet for such a long time where such markings -- and much more extreme ones, too -- were more common than not having tattoos. For some cultures on other planets, tattoos were a ritual part of growing up. As a Padawan, Obi-Wan had been fascinated by the markings on Luminara's face and hands, throwing himself into the library at the temple so he could learn about her traditions before asking any foolish questions.

"Tattoos seemed much more common on Coruscant than they do even here," he admits. "Especially those on the face or head. Two of my greatest opponents were marked with black tattoos as part of their culture, as was the Nightsister they were meant to serve."

Perhaps Savage shouldn't be counted as one of his greatest opponents, but he had fought well and viciously alongside Maul for quite some time. He ought to include Ventress on his list of enemies, for truly, she wanted to kill him most of the time. The rest of the time, however, they had almost been allies, or as close to allies as someone like Asajj Ventress could get.

"The Nightsisters would mark themselves according to kills they had made," he says. "Ventress, a Nightsister I fought with some regularity, had six markings on either side of her head. One for each warlord she had promised to kill, then followed through with. She would have made a truly remarkable Jedi, had she not embraced the dark side."

Every time Obi-Wan shares details about his fascinating life, Klaus listens with rapt fascination, trying to imagine it and take it all in. Klaus's own life is far from boring, of course, but Obi-Wan's sounds so fantastical, far more interesting than his own.

"Face tattoos often go hand in hand with unsavory characters where I'm from, too," Klaus tells him. "Not always fairly. I've met some very delightful people with face tattoos, but also a lot of bad ones."

He listens as Obi-Wan talks about this Ventress woman, making note of the respect in his tone, and lifts his hand to curl his fingers under Obi-Wan's chin, lifting it to give him a playful smile. "Is she one of the ones that you called darling?"

"Oh, on occasion, though hardly the only one," Obi-Wan answers with a grin, leaning in to nudge his nose against Klaus's cheek. "I don't know the entire story of her past, but she was, at one point, training to become a Jedi. Her Master was killed, however, and she was left alone and the loss of her Master was too much for her to bear."

It's a feeling Obi-Wan understands better than most would expect. After losing Qui-Gon, he'd spoken little of the moments following his Master's death. Few know what he did, the rage with which he attacked Maul. In those furious moments, he had launched a lightsaber assault the likes of which he had never done before and has rarely done since. His chosen style is defense, not offence, but he had been determined to kill Maul. To get revenge for having taken Qui-Gon from him.

There are not his proudest moments, but to deny they happened would be a lie.

"The next anyone knew of her, she had become a Sith," he continues. "The Jedi equivalent on the dark side. Her lightsabers were polluted by the dark side, their blades gone red."

"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."

"I don't mind," Obi-Wan answers. It's been many years since Qui-Gon was killed and he has meditated on the moment countless times, coming to the understanding that Qui-Gon's death was not his fault. He couldn't have done anything to prevent what happened and thus he has let his Master go. There are still times he misses him, misses the guidance he would have given, but Qui-Gon taught him well and Obi-Wan remembers his lessons.

"He was killed by the same man who later killed Satine," he says softly. And yet, despite those heavy losses, Obi-Wan still does not hate Maul. He has no place for hate in his heart, which is something of a relief. If he were capable of it, he knows it would be Maul who would stir it within him.

It isn't Qui-Gon's death he wants to speak of, though. Klaus is so important to him now and it's Qui-Gon's life he wants to tell him about. The way he thought, the lessons he helped Obi-Wan learn.

"He was a very rebellious Jedi," he says, smiling at Klaus. "Which is why Master Yoda thought he would be a good fit as my Master. When I was a youngling, I was very rebellious, too. I challenged every lesson, everything we were taught, and when I was faced with Qui-Gon, who did the same, I found I wanted to rebel against him instead and I did so by fully devoting myself to becoming the best Jedi I could."

"Jesus," he says under his breath, curling his arm more tightly around Obi-Wan and palming the side of his face to hold him even closer. To have one person take so much from him seems unfathomable, and Klaus is not one for revenge, but for a moment anger rises within him and he wishes that he could find this man and tear him apart.

In a way, Klaus is lucky. He never placed blame on the man who fired the bullet that killed Dave. It was an act of war, and that was where he placed his blame. Not on a single person, but the whole idea of it. Men dying in ditches for nothing.

But Obi-Wan knows exactly who it is that took so much from him. Klaus thinks about how much it must eat him up inside, but almost immediately realizes that maybe it doesn't. Obi-Wan doesn't let anger eat up his insides, and that is one of the reasons that Klaus loves him so much.

Obi-Wan focuses on the good, so Klaus does as well, listening to him speak and feeling a smile spread across his face. He laughs and tips Obi-Wan's chin up again, thumbing under his lower lip before giving him a soft kiss. "They played you and you totally fell for it."

"The benefit of being as old as Master Yoda is, I believe," he agrees with a smile. "He understands most people better than they will ever understand themselves."

He's quiet for a moment, his palm pressed against Klaus's chest and then he says, "Qui-Gon was a very smart man. Rebellious, maybe, but in ways I've begun to understand more and more as I get older. He saw the flaws in the Jedi order, in their attempts to look at everything as a binary. Black or white. Good or bad. There was no space for grey, which he believed was a mistake."

And the longer Obi-Wan thinks on it and thinks on the ways in which he personally failed Anakin, the more he understands what Qui-Gon meant.

"It ignores that people sometimes do bad things for good reasons," he continues thoughtfully. "Or good things for bad reasons. There's little nuance and that is no way for anyone to properly learn how to resist the dark side. How can we resist something we don't understand because we haven't been allowed to understand it?"

"That's a very good. Most things exist in gray areas," Klaus says thoughtfully, letting his hand travel up and down Obi-Wan's arm. "And, at least in my experience, the quickest want to make anyone, especially kids, want to do something is to forbid it."

The heater is doing a good job at combating the cold, but the later it gets, the more the temperature drops. Klaus shivers and then squirms a bit so that they're both on their sides, facing each other, and Klaus reaches for a blanket he brought up, tossing it over them before pressing himself against Obi-Wan's chest.

"It's probably times like these that having any body fat would come in handy," he jokes, but the blanket, not to mention being pressed against Obi-Wan, chases away the chill.

What Klaus says is absolutely true and Obi-Wan finds he often wonders about that. If the idea that relationships were forbidden is what drove Anakin toward Padmé, but he thinks, at least in this case, the explanation is too simplistic. It ignores the genuine love they have for one another and implies they're together only because it wasn't meant to be.

That hadn't been the case with his love for Satine either.

But the idea that it was forbidden did mean Anakin kept it from Obi-Wan, which is part of what led him down the path he could no longer control.

When Klaus covers them in a blanket and presses closer, Obi-Wan shifts his focus, wanting to be here in this moment. He smiles and wraps his arms properly around Klaus again, then says, "We can go inside. I can help you get the mattress back down into your bedroom."

“Oh my God. Of course you can,” Klaus says with a laugh, tossing his head back with it, because the thought hadn’t even occurred to him. As impressive as Obi’s powers are, they are not the first thing that comes to mind when Klaus thinks of him. That would be his kindness or his humor, and yes, sometimes his beautiful face. And cock.

“Do you know how long it took me to drag this mattress up here by myself?” He lets out another laugh and then lets Obi-Wan draw him in closer, leaning in to give him a soft kiss. “We could do that. I can come back up and clean everything else up tomorrow.”

He smiles and nudges his nose against Obi-Wan’s, pausing for a moment before continuing. “Vanya usually makes something for breakfast. Will you stay and eat with us?”

Klaus’s family is crazy, and he loves them. He’s grateful for every meal that they share together, and he wants Obi-Wan to be a part of that. A part of their family.

That Klaus did drag up the mattress on his own is part of what makes it all so special. He's gone out of his way, made this extra effort, done all these beautiful things to give them this space for the evening and Obi-Wan certainly isn't taking that for granted. Tomorrow he'll stay, not only to eat with them, but to help Klaus clean up as well. There is no reason for him not to be helpful in that regard, especially when he's very much benefited from this evening as well.

"You should leave the lights up," he suggests. "I imagine your siblings might like to use this space, too, and it's a lovely addition."

But then he leans in and kisses Klaus again, because there are more important things to consider than cleaning up the rooftop. "Yes," he says. "I would love to stay for breakfast tomorrow. And now, I would love to get dressed again, although only temporarily, and put your bed back in your bedroom so we might make excessive use of it once more."