It’s the first birthday that Klaus has ever spent without Ben, in some form or another. It’s also the first birthday that he’s been with any of his other siblings in almost two decades. It’s a complicated day.

When the flowers arrive, big and beautiful and far too thoughtful, Klaus knows who they’re from before he even looks at the card. Of course Obi-Wan would acknowledge them all.

It’s Klaus’s first real smile all day.

When he gets the invitation for dinner, he almost declines because— why? He’s too busy wallowing? How lame.

Instead he accepts, because Obi-Wan will understand that while there are very few things that would make Klaus not want to party, this is one of them. Still, he wants to see Obi-Wan. He always wants to see Obi-Wan.

He doesn’t get overly dressed up, sticking with tight black jeans and a green tunic that he’s pretty sure belongs to Allison, and leaves his face free of make up before leaving the house. It’s a brisk walk over to Obi-Wan’s, considering that he forgot a jacket, but he takes it slow and smokes a joint as he makes his way over.

It’s his birthday and his brother is gone and he isn’t even sure how old he is anymore, really. But it’s older than he ever thought he’d get to be. That’s something, he supposes.

By the time he gets to Obi-Wan’s, he’s shivering and his curls are a little out of control thanks to the humidity in the air, but he just sweeps them back away from his face as he lets himself into the apartment.

Obi-Wan is primping in the mirror by the entrance and Klaus smiles genuinely at the sight of him, feeling something in him relax just by being in his presence.

“Look at you,” he breathes out, opening his arms in invitation of a hug. “Now that’s what I call a birthday present.”