[After that, time sort of gets strange at the edges. Anakin isn't thinking about how long they stand here or the gentle, warm pressure against his throat. He hears his own pulse in his ears, and now that they're closer he isn't sure if he's also hearing Obi-Wan's heartbeat, or if he's somehow feeling it even though his hands are settled near the man's waist. He doesn't sense any gradual changes, doesn't feel himself being steered or manipulated, but it's like his thoughts are slowing down. Not in a bad way, but enough that for the first time Anakin notices that the galaxy itself isn't screeching past him. It doesn't feel like he's trying to climb out of his skin.]
Obi-Wan?
[His voice is quiet so close to Obi-Wan's ear. Not meek, not timid, but pitched as if he's trying to wake him from a dream. Maybe wake them both. His trust in Obi-Wan is such that he makes no attempt to dislodge the teeth, he doesn't squeeze or tap to signal his urgency. He only says his friend's name and trusts that it'll reach him, that he'll withdraw before Anakin gets dizzy, and that he won't need to fight to be set free.]
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Obi-Wan?
[His voice is quiet so close to Obi-Wan's ear. Not meek, not timid, but pitched as if he's trying to wake him from a dream. Maybe wake them both. His trust in Obi-Wan is such that he makes no attempt to dislodge the teeth, he doesn't squeeze or tap to signal his urgency. He only says his friend's name and trusts that it'll reach him, that he'll withdraw before Anakin gets dizzy, and that he won't need to fight to be set free.]