[It has been awhile since they've been close like this. They'd been deployed plenty of times as part of the open circle fleet, occasionally sharing the same room and in more desperate circumstances, sharing the same cot. What makes this so different is the quiet. There's no urgency or pain or terror vibrating through the air, the Force itself isn't screaming in his ears, he doesn't need to dash for the helm of a starship.
This is the kind of nearness they shared when he was growing up in the temple, a series of joined doors and nothing else that separated them. Obi-Wan steps forward and Anakin sees the freckles that stand on on his Master's shoulders, the skin a little paler here, hidden from sunlight by the layers of his robes. But instead of completing the motion he sort of, bumps backwards again.
Anakin frowns in confusion.] Invite you in? Because of your-?
[One finger extends from where his hand is wrapped around his mug, but because of said mug, his attempt at pointy fang gesture comes off a little garbled.]
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This is the kind of nearness they shared when he was growing up in the temple, a series of joined doors and nothing else that separated them. Obi-Wan steps forward and Anakin sees the freckles that stand on on his Master's shoulders, the skin a little paler here, hidden from sunlight by the layers of his robes. But instead of completing the motion he sort of, bumps backwards again.
Anakin frowns in confusion.]
Invite you in? Because of your-?
[One finger extends from where his hand is wrapped around his mug, but because of said mug, his attempt at pointy fang gesture comes off a little garbled.]