[He doesn't feel like he's in danger. He knows that its there the way he's suddenly aware that only his reflection is in the mirror behind Obi-Wan's head. The way he's aware of Obi-Wan's focus on his pulse, the temperature of his skin, the words that come out of his mouth. But this is the man who looked after him since he was young. Who took on the task of feeding and caring for some kid he never asked for, for teaching him. This is his friend.
He isn't afraid of Obi-Wan, even if he's here, saying these things- he'd never kill him.
So Anakin nods just once, a small tipping of his chin that allows him to graze Obi-Wan's knuckles. Every time he swallows he can feel the contraction of his throat. Of Obi-Wan's fingertip rising and falling with it. Slowly, carefully, his side of the bond begins to open- the slow peeling back of layers until he can be felt in turn. Until they meet again and Anakin's quiet, tentative trust is offered between them. True affection. His hands, useless and empty at his sides, come up and rest the only place they can- on Obi-Wan's knees. His voice is an exhale.] Okay.
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He isn't afraid of Obi-Wan, even if he's here, saying these things- he'd never kill him.
So Anakin nods just once, a small tipping of his chin that allows him to graze Obi-Wan's knuckles. Every time he swallows he can feel the contraction of his throat. Of Obi-Wan's fingertip rising and falling with it. Slowly, carefully, his side of the bond begins to open- the slow peeling back of layers until he can be felt in turn. Until they meet again and Anakin's quiet, tentative trust is offered between them. True affection. His hands, useless and empty at his sides, come up and rest the only place they can- on Obi-Wan's knees. His voice is an exhale.] Okay.