[Maybe he is comfortable here. Its a strange revelation, he thinks the last time he'd had that thought was back in that car with the korogu. That place had been comfortable because it was familiar- the way it felt in the Force, the sense of the world itself. This train car is comfortable for completely different reasons. Because of the absences.
There's no undercurrent of tension, no one asking anything of them. The weather is temperate and he likes the sound of the ocean, he likes the way it smells. Even after all these years his mind still reels at the sight of so much water; the first time he'd encountered a sea he drank right out of it. Obi-Wan was left nursing him for days.] You? The razor?
[Anakin paces forward, offering the mug between them- as Obi-Wan blinks owlishly at him. It brings his brows together immediately. The mug is moved into his mechano-palm and his other comes up to touch at the man's forehead, checking for a sign of fever. A fever he'd only just recently broke free from.]
Are you feeling alright? You aren't feeling sick again, [the column of his throat tightens] are you?
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There's no undercurrent of tension, no one asking anything of them. The weather is temperate and he likes the sound of the ocean, he likes the way it smells. Even after all these years his mind still reels at the sight of so much water; the first time he'd encountered a sea he drank right out of it. Obi-Wan was left nursing him for days.] You? The razor?
[Anakin paces forward, offering the mug between them- as Obi-Wan blinks owlishly at him. It brings his brows together immediately. The mug is moved into his mechano-palm and his other comes up to touch at the man's forehead, checking for a sign of fever. A fever he'd only just recently broke free from.]
Are you feeling alright? You aren't feeling sick again, [the column of his throat tightens] are you?