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Vader looked like he was two seconds away from collapsing. He had just fought three Jedi solo, and it had clearly taken a lot out of him. His movements were sluggish, and he took just a second too long to respond to questions.
They were on Boba’s ship now, Vader leaning heavily against the ship’s wall to keep himself stable.
“I have a bunk if you need to rest.” Boba offered.
Vader’s respirator cycled once before he spoke. “I’m fine.”
Boba bit back a sigh. His cyare was so stubborn.
Wordlessly, he grabbed Vader’s arm and pulled him toward the bunk.
“What are you-?”
“We’re taking a nap.” Boba declared, making Vader lie down.
Despite protesting before, Vader let Boba guide him onto the bed. He couldn’t remove his armor here, so it probably wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it would be better than falling asleep against the wall.
The bed was small, meant for one person, but they made it work. Boba tucked himself into Vader’s side, his arms around the Sith.
“I don’t see why-” Vader started, but Boba cut him off.
“No, not listening. Sleep, Vad’ika.”
After a few minutes, Vader relaxed as he finally rested.