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Obi-Wan woke up slowly, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. He sighed as he noticed that Anakin had taken most of the covers during the night- and while he usually would be annoyed, he couldn’t help but be worried when he realized that he could feel how warm Anakin still was. Whose head was currently resting on his shoulder, and had the blankets pulled up so that only the top half of his face was showing. He brushed a stay curl off Anakin’s face and turned around to watch the sun rise between the skyscrapers out of the window. In the corners, he could see what remained of the frost from last night. He felt Anakin shift next to him and he looked back over, kissing him on the top of the head. When he didn’t wake up, but made a face in his sleep instead, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but laugh quietly to himself.
Which woke Anakin up.
“Good morning.” Obi-Wan whispered softly. “How are you feeling?” Anakin sighed.
“Be honest, Anakin.”
“What time is it?” He whispered hoarsely, not wanting to answer the question. Obi-Wan leaned over him to check.
“It’s a little after 0630.” Obi-Wan replied. He heard Anakin huff, and then felt him burrow back down into the blankets.
“Too early. I’m going back to sleep.” Anakin mumbled. Obi-Wan smirked, and he started to draw circles on Anakin’s back, watching the blankets ripple as his finger went over the fabric. He heard Anakin sigh, and turn his head so that his forehead was pressed against Obi-Wan’s shoulder.
“You still feel really warm, dear one.” Obi-Wan commented quietly. Anakin mumbled something back, but Obi-Wan couldn’t really hear it.
“And you should probably take something for your fever.” Anakin sniffled but didn’t respond.
“Anakin.”
“Later.” Anakin mumbled. He turned his head to look at Obi-Wan, and how could he say no to spending a morning in bed, buried underneath warm blankets?
“Fine. Later” Obi-Wan said. A moment of silence passed before Anakin spoke again.
“Do we still have to go meet with Master Windu later today?” He asked, his voice small. Obi-Wan huffed.
“You, are not doing anything today except for resting.” Obi-Wan replied. He could feel the tension, the unease at the idea of sitting around for a whole day through their bond, but he could also feel the relief coming from Anakin at finally getting the chance to rest.
“Will you stay with me?”
“Of course.” Obi-Wan replied, closing his eyes. “As long as you don’t hog all of the blankets.”
“It’s cold.” Anakin muttered.
“It’s cold outside. We’re inside.” Obi-Wan countered. “And you’re running a fever.” Anakin huffed, but Obi-Wan felt his breathing even out a few minutes later, and he was again, sitting in silence as he watched the sun climb further into the sky.
And despite their bickering, later in the afternoon, Obi-Wan was sitting on the couch, reading through document after document when he felt a familiar weight sit down next to him and rest his head on his shoulder. He knew that he was supposed to keep reading, but he couldn’t help but lean over and grab the nearest blanket when Anakin started shivering. And he couldn’t help but lay down after a while, feeling his own eyelids grow heavy with exhaustion. And he couldn’t help but think about how Anakin by his side having was so comforting, and the sound of his slow breathing lulled him to sleep. But he did look out of the window one last time and watched as the sun reappeared from behind a cloud. And then he closed his eyes, smiling softly.
When Ahsoka came home from her afternoon classes, she made sure to take a holo and add it to her collection. And then she sat down on the couch, next to her master, picked up the other end of the blanket so she could also get underneath it, and drifted off to sleep herself.