"Absolutely whimsical, darling," Klaus says as he passes, pausing to press a kiss to the top of Obi-Wan's freckled shoulder. He shakes his body out a bit, flicking away droplets of water before lowering himself onto the blanket and crawling onto it on all fours, taking a moment to do a pose of his own before turning onto his back.

Klaus blinks and looks up at the canopy of trees, and the dappled sunlight sneaking through small gaps in the leaves. He takes a deep breath and reaches up to curl one arm under his head, resting his other hand on his stomach as he turns to look up at Obi-Wan. He looks golden, even in the shade.

"It's actually kind of perfect," he breathes out, smiling softly as he holds out a hand. "Come lay with me."