Anakin looked worried. No. Anakin looked terrified. Obi-Wan glanced at Padmé, but her expression was unreadable. He didn’t dare use the Force, not for this. “Anakin…” he paused. “It’s alright, Anakin,” he finally said.
It really wasn’t, but… Obi-Wan would make it alright. He’d found them in Anakin’s shipboard quarters, thankfully still fully covered, if not fully dressed, but clearly heading in a direction that would lead to losing their clothing.
Anakin clearly thought that this meant that Obi-Wan would be telling the Council, perhaps immediately.
“Obi-Wan,” Padmé started.
Obi-Wan held up his hand. “How long?” he asked mildly.
Anakin swallowed. “Since just after Geonosis.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “I suspected. I wish… Padawan, I wish you had told me.”
Anakin shook his head. “I couldn’t, Master. I can’t!”
Obi-Wan sighed and sat down on the chair at the desk. “Anakin…” he glanced at Padmé. “Senator. I understand. More than you know.”
He looked down. “I almost left the Jedi Order when I was 19.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “Siri- Knight Tachi- and I were going to leave together. We… Qui-Gon caught us, and he counseled me against it. He was the one who taught me what it meant to be a Jedi. I… cannot believe it any more. Siri is gone, now. And Satine…”
Anakin reached out to him. “You love Satine,” he said.
Obi-Wan nodded. “And we never thought we could be together. You… you both have this. Don’t waste it. Just… try to be a little more careful.”
He stood up and headed for the door. Just as he reached it, he stopped. “Anakin, Senator, if you ever need my help with anything, just ask. I will do everything I can to help.”
“Thank you,” Padmé said quietly. Anakin didn’t say anything, but Obi-Wan could feel his gratitude.
He left and headed for his own quarters. Perhaps he should see if Satine would take a holocall. Anakin had reminded him that life was short, and he should live in the moment.