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Obi-Wan opened his closet, searching for the sweater that Anakin had given him not too long ago. The weather cycle on Coruscant had shifted, and now the nights were colder and longer than they were a few months ago. He smiled softly as he picked up the warm fabric. He ran his hands over the loops, marveling at how soft the sweater felt under his skin. He pulled over his head and sighed softly before walking back out into the common room.
Obi-Wan secretly loved moments like these- where the apartment was quiet, and he had it all to himself. He checked the time, and figured that Anakin was probably with Ahsoka and they were training together. He sighed. As much as he did enjoy the peace and quiet, he was worried that Anakin was pushing himself too hard.
Well, Anakin always pushed himself, and that was something that Obi-Wan usually found to be quite endearing. But other times, times like these where he could tell that Anakin wasn’t feeling well-, he even went to bed before midnight last night- he wished that Anakin would take better care of himself.
If not for himself, then at least to set a better example for Ahsoka, and have him worry less. He sighed and picked up a data pad from off the table and scrolled through various documents that he had to read, not really paying attention to what he was looking at.
Some time later, after the sun had set, Anakin and Ahsoka returned. The door to their apartment opened, and in waltzed Ahsoka, as energetic as ever. But behind her followed Anakin, and Obi-Wan could see his dark circles and pale face all the way from the couch.
“Master Obi-Wan!” Ahsoka greeted. “Guess what we learned about in galactic politics today?”
“Oh, what did you learn about, Ahsoka?” Obi-Wan asked while setting his data pad down.
“The Mandalorian revolution! Is it true that you were there with the duchess with your master?” She asked, her eyes wide. Obi-Wan felt his face heat up and he looked over at Anakin who now looked like he was trying not to laugh. The effect was ruined when he turned slightly to sneeze into his elbow.
“Yes, well I assure you; it was not as exciting as it sounds.” Obi-Wan replied as he got up from the couch. He walked over to the kitchen and turned the kettle on.
“I’m sure Obi-Wan just doesn’t want you to follow in his footsteps and cause as much trouble as he did.” Anakin said with a smirk on his face. He sat down at their kitchen table, and Obi-Wan didn’t miss how his hands seemed to tremble slightly.
“Master Obi-Wan caused trouble?” Ahsoka asked as she sat across from him. “That’s new.”
“Honestly, Anakin.” Obi-Wan said as he turned around. “Don’t encourage her.” Anakin shrugged.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Ahsoka giggled.
“Is that the sweater you made Master Kenobi, Skyguy?” Ahsoka asked. Anakin nodded.
“It looks so cozy. When are you gonna make me one?” Anakin rolled his eyes. He sighed, but it turned into a coughing fit that Obi-Wan didn’t miss either. He made sure to grab a different tea blend for Anakin.
“Actually,” Anakin began but cleared his throat before continuing. “I was thinking about making you a hat, since you keep complaining about how cold your head gets.”
“That’s because you don’t bring your cloak, even after both of us ask you to.” Obi-Wan said as he turned around while holding three steaming mugs of tea. He placed one in front of Anakin, and other in front of Ahsoka before sitting down at the table as well.
“I don’t mean to forget! I just…” Ahsoka trailed off and watched the steam rise from her mug in silence. Obi-Wan looked over at Anakin, who smiled back at him, but he could see how tired he looked. He could see the way his hands shook as he wrapped them around the cup, like as if he were trying to warm himself up. Underneath the table, he nudged his foot against Anakin and changed his facial expression.
We need to talk.
“Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan began. “Don’t you have some studying to do?” He asked innocently. She frowned.
“Yeah, but- “
“Come on, Snips.” Anakin said. “You know I won’t let you go on any more missions unless you keep your grades up.”
“But, Master.” She whined.
“Now, none of that, young one.” Obi-Wan replied. “You know your master is right.” She huffed and got up from the table. Once Obi-Wan heard her enter her quarters, he looked back over at Anakin and ran a hand through his hair.
“You feel warm.” Obi-Wan commented. He placed his hand on the back of Anakin’s neck and he shivered.
“Too warm.” Anakin shrugged.
“You worry too much.”
“On the contrary, If I don’t worry about you, then who will?” Anakin started to laugh and then it turned into another coughing fit.
“That doesn’t sound good.” Obi-Wan said as he stood up.
“Obi-Wan.” Anakin began but he held up his hand.
“Now none of that. Take my hand, Anakin.” Anakin rolled his eyes but grabbed his mug in one hand and Obi-Wan’s in the other.
“Where are we going?” He asked as he was led down the hallway.
“You are going to bed, dear one.” Obi-Wan said as they entered his quarters. “Sit.” He said as he pointed to the chair by his desk. Anakin sat down and watched as Obi-Wan rummaged through his closet for something…
And then it hit him in the face. Literally.
“What the hell is this?” Anakin said as he inspected whatever Obi-Wan just threw at him. It looked…
Like a sweater.
“Language, Anakin, honestly.” Obi-Wan sighed. “It’s not as nice as the one you made me, but I thought that you would still appreciate it. I never wear it so- “
“I love it.” Anakin replied with a smile as he held it up. It was a dark shade of blue, and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but notice how nice it looked in comparison to Anakin’s eyes.
“Go get changed, and we can have an early night in.” Obi-Wan suggested as he walked over to Anakin and rested his hand on his forehead.
“And I’ll grab you some fever reducers.” Anakin sighed.
“But I’m not that tired!” He complained. Obi-Wan crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. Anakin knew there was no arguing with him when he got that look in his eyes. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to.
“Fine.” He muttered after a moment, and then got up and left, leaving his mug of tea on the desk.
A moment later he was back, wearing the sweater that Obi-Wan gave him. And while under different circumstances he would have spent more time admiring how nice he looked in that shade of blue, Anakin didn’t give him much time to think about it before crawling into the bed and laying his head in Obi-Wan’s lap.
“I thought you weren’t that tired.” Obi-Wan teased, running a hand through Anakin’s hair.
“Shut up.” Anakin muttered back, shifting slightly. Obi-Wan watched the speeders pass by in the night, and even though it was cold outside, it was warm here.