[It's true, even before Anakin was old enough to be considered his Master's equal, he's always been more... expressive than his peers. Before he was herding Obi-Wan back to the medical wing or spooning soup into his mouth, he was giving the man quick, tight hugs inbetween lessons and classes. He's long been aware of his differences, but he's also aware that there are some that Obi-Wan doesn't begrudge him. Like this. Maybe it's because it goes both ways.
Obi-Wan's skin doesn't feel hot to the touch, it actually feels a little cool. This revelation only deepens Anakin's frown. He feels the man breathe in, filling up his lungs, and then feels the pressure of his touch along the crook of his elbow. He mistakes it for unsteadiness and remains still, letting Obi-Wan hold onto him.
Again Anakin's gaze goes to his friend's face, his unusual state of undress, the quiet murmur of his voice.] Okay, [He begins slowly, nodding his understanding.] I can do that. [But through their bond, through the Force, he reaches gently for the sense of his Master.]
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Obi-Wan's skin doesn't feel hot to the touch, it actually feels a little cool. This revelation only deepens Anakin's frown. He feels the man breathe in, filling up his lungs, and then feels the pressure of his touch along the crook of his elbow. He mistakes it for unsteadiness and remains still, letting Obi-Wan hold onto him.
Again Anakin's gaze goes to his friend's face, his unusual state of undress, the quiet murmur of his voice.] Okay, [He begins slowly, nodding his understanding.] I can do that. [But through their bond, through the Force, he reaches gently for the sense of his Master.]
Should we sit down? Are you unsteady?