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“I wish that I could go with you,” Fives says. Anakin laughs.
“No you don’t,” he says, but then he sighs. “Well, I don’t want you to, anyways. I… I don’t want you to see me pretending to be a slaver and feel like… I’m not acting. Dear FORCE, Fives, I’m closer than ever to just ‘stealing’ all of you after what I left you to… and I’m still part of the problem.”
Fives just laughs, pulling him into a kiss.
“I wouldn’t, cyare,” he says.
(At least ten brothers see them, just in between tents. They weren’t the only pair wanting privacy.)