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Obi-Wan slipped quietly through the doorway, careful not to make too much noise in case Cody was already asleep.
He had intended to be back earlier, to meet up with Cody for drinks since a few of his brothers were in town, but they’d had a last minute call before his team’s shift ended, and by the time they got everything sorted out on scene and at the hospital, it was almost two in the morning.
It was cold. It was dark. And it was, most definitely, too late to join his roommate at 79’s.
Obi-Wan toed off his boots with a sigh, internally swearing as his left boot clung stubbornly to his foot and made him bend down to unlace it. Finally freed of his footwear, Obi-Wan slumped his way around the hallway corner to grab some water before bed. The lights were on, but that didn’t mean anything. Cody usually left them on when Obi-Wan was working nights, so he wouldn’t be coming home to a darkened apartment if he had a rough shift. It was sweet, and they could both afford the heightened electricity bill.
Obi-Wan rinsed out his cup and set it in the dishwasher, flipping the lightswitch on his way out of the kitchen. He stepped in to power down their living room lamps and came to an abrupt halt in the doorway, instinctively bringing a hand up to stifle his surprised laughter.
There, laying on the couch across from him, was a snoring Cody Fett.
This was no graceful tableau, no vision of tranquility. Cody’s orange hoodie clashed horribly with their squashy purple couch, and he had one leg over the back of the couch, the other dangling from the arm rest. Despite this, he had somehow twisted on his side while he slept, so his left hand pillowed his cheek and the fingertips of the other brushed their floor
Obi-Wan tried not to find it endearing. It was a valient effort, if doomed to failure; everything about Cody was endearing, even when he was mocking Obi-Wan for his tea habits or making him watch yet another James Bond movie.
Still, charming as it may be, that position did not look comfortable. Obi-Wan crept forwards. Crouching down, he moved Cody’s curled up hand away from his head and carefully slid his own arm beneath Cody’s neck to brace against his back. Obi-Wan pulled him partially upright, until Cody was sitting up enough for his legs to be in reach as well. Obi-Wan gently tugged the one over the back of the couch to lay next to its companion on the arm, and caught up both legs at the knees as he prepared to stand up.
Stiffening his back, Obi-Wan rose, shifting Cody to rest securely against his chest and beginning the walk out of the living room to Cody’s bed. Cody’s snuffling little snore cut out at the movement, and he nuzzled his face against Obi-Wan’s shoulder but did not wake. Obi-Wan’s disaster bi self felt extremely platonically about that, he did, but that was something to consider later. Much later, preferably sometime between never o’clock a.m. and ‘‘I think the hell not’’ eastern seaboard time.
Fortunately, the door to Cody’s room was ajar, and Obi-Wan didn’t have to figure out how to navigate doorknobs while carrying his slumbering friend. He nudged to door further open and made his way over to the bed, laying Cody down on the comforter and curling him onto his side. He didn’t smell like he’d had very much alcohol, but better safe than sorry.
Cody had a tendency for tucking his sheets tightly to the bed, and Obi-Wan wasn’t about to try wrestling with them at three in the morning ,so he went to the closet and grabbed the blankets they kept around for movie nights. While he was fetching things anyway, Obi-Wan went ahead and took some painkillers and a water bottle to leave on Cody’s nightstand for him, before returning to the room.
He set his spoils down and unfolded the first blanket, draping it over Cody and trying to gauge if a second one was really needed. Obi-Wan blinked at him for a minute, before giving up with a yawn and upfolding the other blanket as well. He spread it out and made sure to tuck it close around Cody’s neck since he always claimed to be jealous of Obi-Wan’s beard in the winter months, absentmindedly dropping a kiss on Cody’s temple as he did so.
Whoops.
Obi-Wan yawned again and decided he really was too tired to panic about that at the moment, giving Cody’s sleeping form one last smile before heading off to burrow himself into bed in his own room.
It was cold. It was dark. and there was no place Obi-Wan would rather be.