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Cody felt… safer, sleeping in the same tent as his General. Which sort of made sense, any man would be glad to have a Jedi on his side and sleeping on the cot next to him.
But it wasn’t quite like that. Sure, Cody felt safer from his enemies, but he also just felt safer in general. Warm, sort of.
“The things I would do for a slice of cheesecake right now.” Obi-Wan whispered into the darkness after they’d been talking for a while and Cody laughed.
“That’s not a thing, you’ve made that up.” Cheese in a cake? That couldn’t be a real thing.
“It is,” Obi-Wan insisted. “It’s sort of like, sweet cheese. It’s delicious.”
The Commander scoffed. “Sounds vile.”
“I’ll get you one.” Obi-Wan said, his voice laced with tiredness . “After the war, I’ll take you to a little café and buy you a strawberry cheese cake.”
“Why? To prove me wrong?” Cody joked.
“No,” The Jedi said and Cody could tell he was falling asleep. “Because you deserve it.”
It was what felt like an eternity of fighting later, after the war ended in the death of Palpatine and the reveal of his plot, that Cody sat in a small café on Coruscant.
Obi-Wan smiled at him from across the table as he slid a plate of something white, with red sauce drizzled over it. “I made you a promise, Cody.”
“I didn’t think you remembered.” The ex-Commander smiled nervously at the ‘cheesecake’.
“Well I did,” Obi-Wan looked softer here than he did on the battlefield, lighter even if the war had left it’s heaviness on his shoulders. “Try it.”
Cody huffed and picked up a fork. Obi-Wan’e eyes were intense on him as he scooped up some of the soft cream and got a bit of a base that looked like biscuits.
In the end, the cheesecake was not vile. It was delicious.
Cody went in immediately for a second bite and his old General laughed. “I thought you might like it.”
Cody did like it, he loved it. He’d never thought he’d get to experience thing like love. To enjoy something purely for the sake of it and because he wanted to. Cody couldn’t believe he wasn’t dead. He couldn’t believe he’d made it through and he was sat eating kriffing strawberry cheesecake opposite a man who wanted him to enjoy things.
You deserve it.
Cody didn’t realise he was crying until Obi-Wan was comforting him with a gentle hand on his own. Of course he’d cried during and after the war, but never in such a public space. He felt vulnerable.
“You don’t have to like it.” Obi-Wan told him.
“I do!” Cody explained, trying to duck away from the curious eyes of the café. “I do like it, I love it!”
He looked up at Obi-Wan. “I love cheesecake and- and I get to figure that out now. I get to enjoy things and I don’t- I don’t believe it.”
“Oh, Cody.” Obi-Wan’s gentle voice floated to him.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Obi-Wan said softly. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Love it.” Cody corrected. “I love it. I love you.”
Obi-Wan’s hand tensed on top of Cody and he realised what he’d said. “Sorry, that- I didn’t-”
“Did you mean it?” Obi-Wan asked
His eyes were so hopeful that Cody could say anything but, “Of course.”
“I love you too.” Obi-Wan nearly whispered.