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Cody has decided that his General is the most hypocritical man he's met. This is high praise and a great honor, coming from a man such as Cody, and also considering he's batchmate with fucking Marhsall Commander Fox (the previous champion in Cody's hypocrite tournament).
This assessment is currently being proven right (not that it needed to be, Cody's assessments are always right), by Obi-Wan walking into his office at past 2am, telling him he needs to put down his datapad and go to bed. Emphasis on the "coming into his office at past 2am" part.
"Sir, with all due respect," Which is none, Cody may have dangerously affectionate thoughts for the man and admire him a great deal, but any respect is now down the drain. He's seen too much, "Why are you awake?"
Obi-Wan smiles in that fucking way he always does-- charming, disarming, and most of all, full of shit, "That's not a relevant topic, Commander, and not one I'm partial to discussing."
"Mhm," Cody says, eyebrow raised, "Should have thought up a better excuse than that before you came in here then."
"There's some things I must take care of. Council duties, you know the rest," Obi-Wan sighs and waves a hand, "That doesn't mean you, however, should be staying up this late with no due cause."
Cody huffs, "It's only 2am. That's standard for me."
"I know. That's what I'm worried about."
" You don't need to be worried about me, sir." Cody replies, ignoring the way his heart started beating a little faster as those words came out of Obi-Wan's mouth. " As I've said, this is normal for me."
" But it shouldn't be," Obi-Wan says, his gentle and calm voice making Cody's chest warm as the general stepped further into the room and sat down at the chair opposite Cody, " It shouldn't be normal for anyone, really."
" I feel like it's normal for a lot of people in this war." Cody sighs, leaning back in his chair a bit. Brain said leaning back would make his heart beat less because he'd be farther away. Brain's logic was flawed.
"Unfortunately that seems to be the case." Obi-Wan says, " But it doesn't always need to be the case for you and me."
" What do you mean by that sir?" Cody asks, feeling his face start to heat up.
" I've recently invested in some tea that is supposed to help with sleep." Obi-Wan gives a small smile, " I have been waiting for the perfect time to test it out, and I thought that it might help you too."
Cody was going to die right here and right now. His general wanted to have tea with him. Tea that would make them sleepy, for fuck's sake. Two things that Cody is seriously, seriously not inclined towards because of the serious risk they pose to his competence at his job.
"I..." Cody opens his mouth to argue, and closes it, "That sounds...Lovely, General."
"Call me Obi-Wan. It's currently 2am, and we're too fools having tea, I think the formalities can be dropped."
"Thank you, Obi-Wan," Cody corrects himself, and the soft smile on the other man's face is worth how strange the words felt coming out of his mouth.
"You're very welcome, now--" Obi Wan adjusts his position from the ungodly mix of crossed legs and slouch of an uncomfortable-looking position he'd been in to pull something out of his pocket, "There's a sweeter one, or a more bitter one. Normally I consider the sweeter, lighter teas better for people who don't drink it often, but considering you drink your caf black like a heathen--"
"Excuse me?"
"Now, now Cody, I mean no disrespect," Obi-Wan smirks and slides one of the teabags across the table to Cody, "But we both know which you were gonna choose."
Cody rolls his eyes, fighting back a smile, "Doesn't this mean I'm just more advanced than your average beginner tea enthusiast, by your standards?"
"Sure, let's go with that. Now where's that water boiler you hide in here?"
Cody laughs, "Yeah right. Close your eyes, Ge-- Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan quirks an eyebrow, "And now why should I do that?"
"You came after me for sleeping. Helix has already tried to find and confiscate it twenty times. I, quite frankly, don't trust you."
Obi-Wan gasps, but closes his eyes, "I am injured by this slight. I am not in cohorts with our CMO, in fact, I believe we're not on speaking terms currently."
"That's your own damn fault," Cody says, and goes to fetch the boiler from it's hiding spot and a few mugs laying around, "He has his reasons."
"Just as he has his reasons for trying to confiscate your kettle?"
"Shush," Cody sets it down, "You can open them now."
Obi-Wan does indeed open them and gasps in unnecessary fake surprise, "Wizardry."
"Oh come off it. The only wizard in the room isn't me," Cody sets one mug in front of Obi-Wan before sitting back down with his own and flicking on the switch for the boiler.
"If you say so, my dear."
That's it. Obi-Wan is trying to kill him at this point.
Cody reaches for the tea again. Obi-Wan slaps his hand away, also again.
"Where's the harm in drinking it now?" Cody says, as Obi-Wan makes the same insufferable smile as before.
"I know we only get instant caf out here, but most hot drinks need time to brew."
"That's ridiculous. It's been more than two minutes."
"Have you ever heard of patience Com-- Cody?" Obi-Wan says, and it's a little soothing to know Cody's not the only one slipping up without the titles.
"No."
"That would explain a few things," Obi-Wan grabs a pilfered spoon and scoops his teabag out into the trash, "But as it's been three minutes, we can 'finally' savor our drinks now."
Cody stares, "...It would have killed you to try them ten seconds early?"
"It's not proper."
"Damn your proper," Cody grumbles, and takes a swig of his mug. He blinks in surprise when the flavor hits him-- it's startling at first, bitter, sure, but nothing like caf, but it's...
"This is...Good, it's good," Cody says, ever an eloquent man. Cody's always been embarrassingly bad at explaining how food tastes, but at least he's not unique for it-- most clones do. It's not something they have many reference points to draw from.
"I'm glad," Obi-Wan smiles, "Now--"
"Bed. For the both of us," Cody says, staring down Obi-Wan with something just short of a glare, "The council can wait."
"...Cody, listen--"
"I said it before, you should have thought this through more before you stepped foot in here,"
Obi-Wan hesitates, then sighs, "I suppose you're right."
"Always am."
"Yes, yes indeed you are," Obi-Wan smiles fondly, "About tea and a great deal of other things, too."
Cody feels his heart flutter, because really, what is he supposed to do with that?
"Thank you. For all of this. You're...I really appreciate having you around, Obi-Wan. Maybe not the forcing me to sleep part, but..."
Obi-Wan chuckles and takes another sip of his tea, and the conversation peters out into comfortable silence before they finish their tea and say their goodnights. And Cody wakes the next morning unusually refreshed, with some teabags stached in a drawer in his desk, and with another bright spot in his memories to help carry him through the war.