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They spend the first course making small talk about matters of the Senate. It feels a lot like many of the diplomatic meals he's been a part of but Obi-Wan can tell that Anakin's having trouble sitting through it. He's fidgeting so much that Obi-Wan's surprised he hasn't fallen off his chair yet. He mentally rolls his eyes. Anakin never was very good at diplomatic missions or strategy sessions or any situation requiring that he sit still for any length of time. He really shines much more in situations where he can be physically active and think on his feet. It's one of the reasons they work well as a team—Obi-Wan designs the overall plan and strategy and Anakin improvises on the fly when things inevitably fall apart. It makes him wonder sometimes how Anakin would have fared in the more traditional peacekeeping role that the Jedi had had before the war started when they rarely involved themselves in conflict.

Peace, dear heart, he sends to Anakin, along with a wave of calm. Anakin meets his eyes and gives a small, tight, grin. He doesn't say anything but he does settle a bit. Obi-Wan's relieved; he's experiencing some anxiety himself at the uncertainty of the situation and Anakin's nervousness has just been adding to it. He focuses back on Padmé and makes sure to maintain eye contact instead of looking down at her round belly and the bright spark of the Force that must be Anakin's child.

Threepio clears off the empty small plates and brings in their entrees.

"I hope this is okay, Obi-Wan," Padmé says, gesturing at his dish, and Anakin's eyes flick over to her and then back to watch his reaction. "I didn't know what you liked so I requested that the chef send one of his specialties."

"That's perfectly fine, m'lady. I appreciate the effort," Obi-Wan says. "This cuisine is exquisite." He watches, amused, as Anakin turns his head back towards Padmé, whose eyes light up.

"Isn't it? It's Tapani. I went to the Tapani sector once as a child and fell in love with the food. Lucky for me, there's a family-owned restaurant not too far from here. And please, call me Padmé. There's no need for formalities."

Obi-Wan nods. "Padmé it is, then. Thank you for this meal." He starts cutting into one of the stuffed starfishes and tries to ignore Anakin practically vibrating with tension across from him.

"I'm glad you could make it. It's been far too long since we've spoken," Padmé answers, spearing a piece of red cheese with her fork.

"Indeed. You know, I just saw something on the HoloNet about the Gungans and—" Out of the corner of his eyes, Obi-Wan sees Anakin's grip tighten on his knife until his knuckles are white.

"Oh, yes. The treaty amendments. I would be interested in hearing your thoughts on that—"

"By the Force , how much kriffin' small talk can the two of you do ?!" Anakin bursts out. Obi-Wan barely contains his chuckles in time.

"Anakin!" Padmé says, looking shocked.

"I'm surprised you have to ask, my former Padawan. Have you not paid attention on all those diplomatic missions we went on? I can do this for hours," Obi-Wan says with a smirk. He slides his eyes over to Padmé who covers a smile of her own with her napkin.

"As can I, Master Negotiator."

Anakin groans loudly. "You're both killing me. Can't we please just speak plainly? Instead of going in Force-forsaken circles?"

"I'm sorry, Ani," Padmé says, squeezing his left forearm and releasing it. He sets his utensil down and grabs her hand instead, interlocking their fingers. "You're right, we shouldn't dance around the subject. I have a Senate meeting to attend shortly and we don't have much time."

"I apologize as well," Obi-Wan says. "I'm afraid that I don't quite know what to say in a situation such as this." Anakin wiggles his prosthetic fingers at him and Obi-Wan sighs but reaches out to take hold of his hand. Anakin beams.

Padmé, who had been watching them with a small smile, says gently, "Obi-Wan, I've always known that you and Anakin come as a pair. Whether the relationship between you was platonic or not, I knew that there was something very special and unique there that I could never have with him, though I don't fully understand it."

"Very few people outside of the Order can grasp the relationship Jedi have with each other. You probably have a better idea than most."

"I suppose," Padmé says, sounding doubtful. "It's always just been a part of Anakin that I've tried to accept. And I can't say that I've never been envious of the time he spends with you or the strength of his commitment to you and the Order. But I do try, because I know that it's important to him."

Obi-Wan nods. "We've spoken about his commitment to the Order. Padmé, I want you to know that I don't intend to come between you and Anakin. I'm well aware of your importance to him and I will respect the relationship the two of you have with each other."

"Thank you," Padmé says. "I believe that with open communication, we can make this arrangement work to all of our satisfaction."

"I agree."

Padmé inclines her head. "So it's settled, then?"

"Yes, I believe so."

"Wait, that's it?!" Anakin asks incredulously. He gapes at them both and his hand squeezes Obi-Wan's hard.

"Yes. Did you expect some more aggressive negotiations?" Obi-Wan asks.

"Well, no, but—"

"Should we draw up a formal agreement for us all to sign? Establish which days you'll be with me and which days you'll be with Padmé?" he continues with a smirk.

Anakin scowls. "Obi-Wan..."

Obi-Wan chuckles. "Sorry, love." Grimacing, he frees his hand from Anakin's tight grip. "Please don't crush my bones. I'm quite attached to them."

"Haha," Anakin says deadpan. Padmé muffles a chuckle with her napkin. She tugs her hand back too and Anakin lets it go, picking up his knife again instead.

"Ani, it's impossible to predict everything that might come up in the future and decide how to deal with it now. We just have to agree to not hide things from each other and to make big decisions together. Right?" She glances at Obi-Wan as she says this, and he nods in agreement.

"Right," Anakin says. He takes a breath in and then blows it out. "Good. I'm glad that's done." He smiles at them both and then eyes the food on Obi-Wan's plate.

Don't even think about it, Obi-Wan warns through their bond, but it's too late—Anakin's already levitating a piece of starfish over to his own plate. Obi-Wan groans, briefly contemplates snatching it back, decides that it's too much trouble at this point, and waves a hand in defeat. He watches as Anakin tries it—he himself hasn't even had a chance to taste it yet - and widen his eyes in delight.

"Mm, this is delicious! Obi-Wan, you have to try it!"

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. "That was exactly what I was going to do until you preempted me so rudely."

Anakin just grins, unrepentant.

"And don't use the Force so casually in front of non-Force sensitives. It's uncouth and it makes some people uncomfortable," Obi-Wan chides.

"Oh, I don't mind. I think it's quite charming, actually. When we had first met up again and Anakin was guarding me against the assassin, he floated some fruits in the air for me. It was the first time I had seen the Force being used in such a benign way."

Obi-Wan can feel his eye twitch. "Anakin!"

"What? She just said that she likes it!"

"Yes, luckily. But you could have caused an intergalactic incident had she interpreted that to be a threat of some kind. Or if you had lost control of it and hurt her."

"With fruits?" Anakin asks skeptically.

Obi-Wan sighs. "Remember when I was first teaching you that trick and you made the plates explode?"

Anakin flushes. "That was a long time ago!"

"You taught that to him?" Padmé asks, leaning forward curiously.

"Yes, though perhaps that was a lapse in judgment on my part. It's a game that Initiates play, when they're learning how to control the Force. The crechemasters overlook it because it's a good exercise for them. I taught it to Anakin because they did it to him and, well—"

"—I got really mad that people were taking food from me and started a fight in the commissary. A physical fight. Which I won." Anakin looks smug about it, even after all these years.

"Because you had more fighting experience than them," Obi-Wan reminds him. "Initiates aren't taught hand to hand combat and fighting is discouraged." Turning to Padmé, he says, "it was the first time I had gone offworld on a mission and I had thought it would be best for him to stay with what would have been his class of Initiates and their crechemaster had he been raised in the Temple. When that didn't work out, I started leaving him with Master Eerin, Master Muln, or Master Vos in our quarters. If none of them could stay with him, then one of the members of the Council would, though that was quite rare." Obi-Wan pauses, thinking back to those years. "Hm, I wonder if the Council helped facilitate that arrangement so that one of us was always available to stay with Anakin. I seem to remember them saying that they were too old to be watching over a nine-year-old Padawan...."

Anakin smirks and Obi-Wan is suddenly hit with a worry about what exactly Anakin might have done to the Council members to convince them to make sure one of Obi-Wan's friends could take him instead.

"So these other Masters, they were friends of yours?" Padmé asks.

"Yes. We grew up together and we were very close. Master Muln was the first of us to be Knighted but I was the first to take on a Padawan. We had always talked about choosing and training our Padawans together, but well, some things were out of our control," Obi-Wan shrugs one shoulder and lets the usual pain over the loss of his Master wash through him. Anakin taps his foot gently and sends him a wave of comfort. Obi-Wan smiles at him gratefully and concentrates on the happier memories from those early days. "They were quite proud of him and worried over him constantly." Anakin looks surprised at this. "Oh, yes, Anakin. You worried them quite a bit, with your frequent escapades into Lower Coruscant. I still remember the first comm I had gotten about that, from Garen. He was in such a panic, thinking that I was going to hurt him for letting you sneak out and wondering if he should make you aware that he was following you and bring you back to the Temple or not."

"Wait, he followed me?!"

"They all followed you. Every time. Anakin, you didn't really think you were successfully sneaking out under the noses of senior Padawans and Knights, did you? Jedi who grew up in the Temple? That you had only been living in for a couple of months?"

Anakin pouts. "Yes."

Obi-Wan chuckles and pats Anakin's hand a couple of times. "You were very resourceful, I'll give you that. But the Temple is thousands of years old and there are countless hidden passages and there isn't any single Jedi, including Master Yoda, who knows them all. But yes, they knew whenever you left and they followed you, to make sure you didn't get into too much trouble. I told them just to keep letting you go and watching over you. Quinlan almost went a step too far and bet on you during one of your speeder races but I reminded him that gambling was frowned upon in the Order. He was very excited about your races. I'm quite sure he kept track of when all the races were and arranged to stay on-world during those days specifically so that he could go watch you race. I'm a little envious that I've never seen one of your races live but it's probably for the best."

"You've seen them?"

"They took holovids to show me. Bant was so nervous you were going to crash that she couldn't watch the races herself but she set up a holorecorder. Garen was worried that you would lose or that you would disappear in the middle of a race. And Quinlan was so excited he nearly blew his cover a couple of times."

"It sounds like you had quite the childhood, Ani. You've never told me any of this," Padmé says with a teasing smile.

Anakin shrugs. "I don't really think about my Padawan days much."

"I'm so curious to hear more about being a Jedi. Obi-Wan, will you share something about yourself? Anakin speaks of you so often that I feel like I already know you, but only as you are now. If you don't mind, I'd love to hear about your younger years. I remember when you and Master Jinn had come to Naboo's aid but you had seemed so mature and—pardon this description—a bit unapproachable."

Obi-Wan hums thoughtfully. That had been a difficult time for him; he had just separated from Satine, had been questioning whether he was making the right decision or not, and had been just trying to focus on the mission. He sorts through his memories for something appropriate to share now. "Master Qui-Gon used to collect strays," he says finally. Anakin perks up at this; he likely knows where this is headed. "He was very strong in the Living Force and small, helpless creatures tended to gravitate towards him or pull him towards them if they weren't mobile. So he'd collect them and then hand them off to me to care for." His mouth twists wryly in remembrance of some of those creatures. "I wasn't very appreciative of them at the beginning. I couldn't understand why he was making me take care of them when he was the one picking them up everywhere. But eventually, I realized that my grasp of the Living Force and the ability to understand and influence non-sentient beings was getting stronger because of the time I was spending with them. There were plants, creatures, and sometimes Force-sensitive children whose names we entered into the holocron. They were our pathetic little lifeforms," he says with a smile. "Some of them were quite vicious but others were sweet. It was...difficult releasing some of them back into their natural habitats."

"That nightlily on the windowsill is one of the strays, isn't it? That's why you won't let me get rid of it," Anakin says suddenly, eyes lighting up in realization.

"Yes. It belongs on H'nemthe but we haven't been back there since Master Qui-Gon found it. It's a fine plant if you know how to treat it."

"It tries to bite me every time I feed it!" Anakin says, looking affronted.

"Oh, that's nothing. It's just hungry. You know those bite marks on the column near our quarters?"

"The Bite of the Sith-begotten Cat?" Anakin asks, using the title (coined by Mace) that had become popular for the landmark since the incident.

"That was one of ours. An infant gurrcat from Corellia that we had rescued after its pack had been killed. It was teething and blinded from pain and I lost control of it, so it...well, you can guess." Anakin bursts out laughing and even Padmé loses her composure at that. Obi-Wan blushes. That had not been his finest moment in demonstrating control of the Force. Mace had not been pleased when he had come running in response to the alarmed shouts from other residents of that hallway and seen Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan standing there, arms akimbo and debating how to get the gurrcat to stop chewing on the column. "As soon as it was old enough to fend for itself, we were given a special mission from the Council to return it to Corellia."

"Oh, dear," Padmé says, dabbing at the corner of her eyes. "You and Master Jinn must have been quite the team."

"Mhm. There was also the Ralltiir tiger. She had left claw marks on the wall outside the commissary - the Claws of the Tiger, people call that one. She was hungry and drawn to the smell of food, which for her was anything that had blood. We managed to redirect her before anyone got hurt."

"Well, now I know why you have such a penchant for befriending vicious creatures," Anakin says with a wide grin.

"I think it runs in the lineage. Mace blamed us for the Zillo beast incident, you know. Said I had passed on that 'infernal habit of bringing back destructive creatures' to you only it was ten times worse because you always take things too far."

"Hey!" Anakin says indignantly. "That's not true! And he's the one who wanted to keep it alive!"

"I know. I reminded him of that. He wasn't very appreciative of the reminder. In any case, the Jinn-Kenobi team was known throughout the Temple for being the team that adopted and brought back helpless lifeforms that were really not all that helpless. Half the Temple would find other places to be when they knew we were returning from a mission," Obi-Wan says nostalgically. He sobers suddenly, watching Anakin. "You were actually the last stray that Qui-Gon had picked up and given into my care."

"Oh," Anakin says softly.

A hush falls over the table, broken only by the gentle clinks of silverware.

"So," Padmé finally says, "what is the Kenobi-Skywalker team known for?"

"Chaos and mayhem," Obi-Wan answers promptly, the phrase springing instantly to mind from all of the Council sessions he's had to sit through defending his or Anakin's actions.

"That's a bit redundant, isn't it?" Anakin asks.

"No. It's an indication of how much trouble we cause. Mace regularly threatens to retire because of what we put him through," Obi-Wan reports, though he can't help smiling at the memory of some of Mace's complaints. "And it's only gotten worse since the war started."

"Hey, at least we get results," Anakin says.

"The Republic regards the two of you as simply The Team," Padmé offers. "The best the Jedi have to offer, heroes of the galaxy, the pair that gets sent in when all hope seems to be lost, the team that's practically holding back the Separatists all by themselves. If only we weren't hiding our marriage, I could have been famous by association. Except that no one would believe that we were married, anyway, Ani. Everyone thinks you're married to Obi-Wan." Her eyes twinkle with mirth.

Obi-Wan chokes on the bite he's just taken and coughs harshly.

Anakin splutters and spits out his sip of mistwater. "What?!"

Padmé chuckles. "The two of you have quite the fanclub, you know. In fact, some of my aides are fans. They collect holopictures and holonews of the two of you. There's even a saying: 'Where there is Kenobi, Skywalker is not far behind'."

"Oh, Force!" Anakin says with dismay, looking at Obi-Wan. "You don't think the Council knows about that, do you?"

"I doubt they would pay any mind to those rumors," Obi-Wan says.

"I doubt they would have heard of them, unless they read the gossip on certain media outlets. Most people who believe the two of you are married wouldn't dare speak of it in front of a Jedi. Besides the two of you, the Jedi are seen as rather aloof and intimidating on the whole."

"I, well, I suppose that's just as well," Obi-Wan says, shaking his head. He doesn't know how people had gotten the idea that he and Anakin were intimate before they had actually started getting intimate.

Threepio comes by and collects their empty plates and refills their drinks. Padmé picks up hers and rises. "Shall we move our discussion to the sofas so that Threepio can finish tidying up in here?"

Obi-Wan and Anakin acquiesce and follow her out into the two semi-circular sofas in the main office. She settles on one, Anakin sits next to her, and Obi-Wan takes the sofa across from them. He watches them together and wonders again how he didn't realize the extent of their relationship. Anakin nearly hovers over her and she leans into him, comfortable in his regard for her. She folds her hands over her belly and Obi-Wan's reminded of the bantha in the room.

"Padmé, how is your pregnancy going?" he asks. He leans back and bends one leg to rest the ankle over his other knee.

"It's going well," she answers, glancing between him and Anakin, who's listening with an intense look. "I'm due for a check-up in a week with the healers on Naboo. Ani, I was hoping that you would be able to go with me. If you could be spared from the war efforts for a couple of days?"

Anakin looks uncertainly at Obi-Wan, hope and worry equally prevalent in his eyes.

"I think that would be a good idea," Obi-Wan says. "You should go, Anakin. Make sure things are proceeding well."

Anakin nods and then asks, "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"

Padmé shakes her head. "I've asked that they not reveal it to me until you could be present. I wanted you to be a part of this as much as possible. All I know is that I'm nearly thirty-six weeks along, it's proceeding as it should, and there aren't any complications."

Anakin nods, but doesn't look entirely reassured which Obi-Wan thinks is understandable given Anakin's dreams of Padmé dying in childbirth. Clearly if there's a possibility that she's going to die, then there probably will be some complications soon. He shakes his head, though, and is relieved when Anakin doesn't bring up the possibility of her death. He wants to do more research before broaching the subject with her.

"The child is quite strong in the Force," he says. Padmé and Anakin both look surprised. "You don't sense it?" he asks Anakin, who shakes his head. "Curious. Well, I can sense it. It's not surprising, of course, with it being Anakin's child. How did the two of you manage to get pregnant anyway?"

"Well, when a man and a woman lie together..." Anakin starts but cuts himself off with a laugh at Obi-Wan's scowl. "I don't know. We've been using birth control."

"We're always careful," Padmé asserts. "This is no time to be bringing a child into the world if one can help it."

"Then how did this happen?"

"Maybe, like what happened with me, the Force had a hand in it?"

Obi-Wan considers. It's possible, if Anakin is indeed the Chosen One. Even if not, his level of midichlorians is unprecedentedly high and there's no telling what he's capable of doing with the Force. "Were you thinking of wanting children?"

Anakin frowns. "Well, vaguely, in the 'maybe one day after the war's over' but not at that specific moment, I don't think."

Could that have done it? Obi-Wan's unsure and he doesn't like not knowing.

The door chimes and Padmé starts to get up. "No, don't worry about it. I'll get it," Anakin says. He brushes a kiss against her hair and goes to answer the door to reveal a senatorial aide dressed in the Chancellor's staff uniform.

"Apologies for interrupting, Senator Amidala, Master Skywalker, and Master Kenobi," she says with a low bow. "The Chancellor had heard that you were in the building and wished to speak with you, Master Skywalker, if you could spare him a few minutes before the Senate session begins."

"Oh, um, I think so." Anakin looks back them and quirks an eyebrow questioningly.

"I think we had a very productive meeting today. Perhaps we can continue our conversation tomorrow?" Padmé says, getting up.

Anakin comes back over and takes her hand, shaking it cordially. "That would be great, Senator Amidala." Lowering his voice, he murmurs, "I'll see you tonight?"

Padmé just nods slightly in answer and Anakin grins. When he lets go, Obi-Wan steps up and gives her a slight bow. "Thank you for your hospitality. I hope that we will have many more such enjoyable conversations."

"I hope so as well," Padmé answers serenely.

The two of them nod a final farewell and follow the Chancellor's aide out the door.



Anakin spends most of the walk through the Senate Building a little giddy from the meeting. He had hoped that it would go well, but he hadn't dared hope that it would go as well as it did. Thank you, Obi-Wan, he sends through their bond, along with his gratitude. You are truly like a starbird, magnificent and elegant and

Anakin, please, Obi-Wan breaks in and Anakin can feel his embarrassed blush. I did nothing extraordinary. Padmé is lovely. If you had to secretly wed someone, I'm glad that it was her.

Anakin smiles, pleased. Can you believe the whole galaxy thinks that we're the ones who are married?!

I must admit, that was quite a shock. I don't know how they drew that conclusion.

They reach the atrium to the Chancellor's office and the aide clears her throat. "The Chancellor requested to see just Master Skywalker, sirs."

Obi-Wan dips his head and murmurs, "Then I shall wait out here."

"I'm sure this will be quick," Anakin says out loud for the benefit of the aide. He knocks on the ornate door and enters at the Chancellor's command. Palpatine is sitting at his desk reading through reports but he looks up and smiles when he sees Anakin.

"Anakin, my boy, I'm glad that you were able to spare a few minutes to come see me! Please, take a seat." Anakin does so and Palpatine leans forward inquisitively. "I just wanted to check in with you and see how you were. You rushed out of here so quickly a couple of days ago and I haven't heard from you since."

It takes a second before the memories of his last talk with the Chancellor comes back to him and then he flushes. "Oh! I apologize. That must have been very rude."

Palpatine waves off the apology though. "It's no worry. I know that you must have been very concerned about your Master. Tell me—how are things between you?"

"Great!" Anakin says with a smile. "Better than they have been in a long time, actually." He gives their bond a light tug just to feel its presence. He can vaguely sense Obi-Wan waiting patiently in the other room, feeling amused at the curiosity rolling off of the aides. Obi-Wan sends a wordless inquiry that Anakin answers with a burst of fondness.

Palpatine's eyes narrow. "Oh? Something does seem...different about you."


"Yes. You appear less restless."

"Oh." Anakin frowns, trying to see if that's true but he can't really notice a difference himself. He shrugs. "Well, perhaps it's just that Obi-Wan and I have been talking about a lot of things that we've never talked about before and I think we're beginning to understand each other more." He laughs and shakes his head. "After fourteen years, it finally feels like we're truly a team." He can't believe it's taken them this long.

Palpatine looks briefly dismayed and then concerned; the dismay is gone so quickly that Anakin's not sure if it was really there or not. "And what of Master Kenobi's...indiscretions that you had been upset about? Were the two of you able to clear that up?"

"Yep!" Palpatine's eye twitches. "It turns out that that wasn't him at all. He hadn't been seeing anybody, Senator or otherwise. Whoever you heard that from must have been mistaken."

"And you believe that he's being truthful to you?"

"Yes," Anakin says firmly.

"Even though in the past, he's kept things from you?"

"Yes," Anakin repeats. The lights in the office flicker and he furrows his brows but then they steady out so he puts it out of his head. It's probably nothing. "We've renewed our bond. There's no more secrets between us."

Palpatine's eye twitches again.

Anakin frowns. "Are you okay, Chancellor?"

Palpatine blinks hard. "Yes, yes, I am. Thank you for your concern, dear boy. I'm just a little tired, is all. This war has been weighing heavily on my mind."

Anakin nods. "Perhaps I should go. You probably need to prepare for the Senate session and Obi-Wan and I need to get back to the Temple."

"Very well," Palpatine says. He gets up and comes around the desk to walk Anakin to the door. "Just, be careful, my boy. I'm afraid that the Jedi may not understand the closeness you share with your former Master. I would hate to see them turn you away because of it."

"Thank you, Chancellor, but I'm sure we'll be able to work something out. There isn't anything that Obi-Wan and I can't do if we're working together." Anakin bows slightly to him and opens the door. His heart skips a beat when he spots Obi-Wan illuminated by one of the ceiling lights. He's the brightest thing in the room and Anakin walks over in a slight daze, drinking the sight of him in.

"Ready?" Obi-Wan asks.

"Yes, let's go. I'm exhausted." He knows that there are probably things they both need to do but all he can think of right now is sleeping with Obi-Wan—cuddling up with him, soaking in his warmth, basking in their joined Force signatures. He can't hold onto Obi-Wan physically here, so he reaches out through their bond instead and is gratified when Obi-Wan reciprocates.

As they leave, he hears something crack behind them but when they look back, the door to the office is closed and the aides milling around don't look concerned. Anakin shares a look with Obi-Wan and they shrug. Probably something had just fallen inside the Chancellor's office. Anakin's sure that the Chancellor can request assistance from his aides in cleaning it up if he needs it.

He flies them both back to the Temple and is thankful when no one interrupts them on their way back to their quarters. They barely manage to disrobe before they tumble into bed together—Obi-Wan's, again. Anakin brushes a kiss softly against his lips and then buries his face in Obi-Wan's neck, licking a stripe there just to taste him. He wishes he had the energy to do something more than just sleep but he doesn't. Maybe when they wake up. He doesn't know why he's so tired; he's gone longer before without sleep but perhaps it's because they don't have the adrenaline of being in battle to sustain them.

"We should look into pregnancies of Force-sensitive children, see if there's anything there to be wary of," Obi-Wan murmurs, turning into Anakin. "But I have such a headache right now, I don't think I could even concentrate. It's like a herd of gundarks is stampeding through my head."

Anakin coos in sympathy and reaches up with one hand to rub gently at Obi-Wan's temple. Healing's never been one of his fortes so he just channels a bit of Force energy and hopes that Obi-Wan can redirect it.

"Thanks, my love," Obi-Wan says with a sigh of relief.

"Any time, my starbird."

Obi-Wan groans mildly but he presses a kiss to the top of Anakin's head. "Sweet dreams," he says as they both fall asleep.

Neither of them dream at all.