"Obi-Wan!" Klaus says in a tone that's both admonishing and pleased all at once, reaching out to lightly slap at his chest with the back of his hand. "You didn't have to do all that."

He didn't have to, but he did. Just because he wants to make Klaus happy. It's a wonderful feeling.

The kiss keeps him from protesting and he lets himself be led out into the living room, sitting on the couch as instructed. He pulls his legs up to adjust himself into a cross-legged position and then picks up one of the throw pillows that he brought over, hugging it to his chest as he turns to look at the lamp he put on the side table, the one with the sheer dark red scarf draped over it to bathe the room in romantic light.

This is his home, too. How lucky is he to have two places to call home and have both of them feel that way?

When Obi-Wan comes back with wine and food, Klaus gives him a besotted look and reaches out for his plate, feeling his stomach clench at the sight of it. His favorite dishes are here and he lets out a pleased sigh, smiling happily up at this wonderful man.

"I love you," he says, and the words come so easily to him now. Easy to say, but he means it just as much as he did the first time he said them. Perhaps even more every day.