Moving the others legs carefully,
Anakin switched between watching what he was doing and watching
Obi-Wan’s facial expressions.

He wanted to make sure that the Sith
alchemy he had done was truly not harmful for him. So far he looked
fine in the Force and his upper body was quite good too though
Obi-Wan was going to have to retrain a lot of muscles in the upper
body from his stint with the bulb plague.

But it was the legs Anakin needed to be
sure were not damaged more.

They were spindly little muscles, flesh
and bone really but they still had nerves, Obi-Wan could still feel
them when he bumped them even if the bulb plague had rendered them
utterly useless. Which meant that Obi-Wan could still feel pain if
they were wrong because of the alchemy or if he fell out of the
chair.

But Obi-Wan only showed some minor
discomfort.

No actual pain.

Good.

Anakin settled the leg down on the foot
rest and grinned up at him, giving him a pat on the knee. “Looks
good Obi-Wan but I want a medic to take look over it just to be sure.
I mean if you can feel your legs then maybe you could manage to
regain your ability to walk.

Obi-Wan gave a small, tired hum before
shrugging. “Maybe. But I doubt it, I can feel them but not move
them so I’m not going to get up my hopes for working legs. Honestly
just being alive is a small miracle at this juncture.” He settled
his elbows into his hoverchair armrest and carefully adjusted his
position.

Watching him, Anakin rubbed gently at
his knees. “True but you still have a long way to go even if you
could get your legs to function. You lost a lot of muscle and fat
mass.” The blond frowned at that.

It worried him how little was left.

Taking Obi-Wan’s hands in his, Anakin
pressed first a kiss to a palm and then to the inside of Obi-Wan’s
wrist, peering up at the Jedi.

Obi-Wan stared back with confused,
slightly wide eyes. “Anakin… what are you doing?” He questioned
a bit shakily.

“I think you know what I’m doing.”
Anakin shifted slowly, leaning upwards. “One family died on
Mustafar. But we could make a new one now. I know its not ideal and I
know things are terrible but we could it, you and I, taking care of
the twins, living our lives.” He stopped right before their lips
touched, his breath fanning out over Obi-Wan’s.

It was clear what he wanted to do.

But he stopped himself, staring at the
other, waiting for a response.

He could feel Obi-Wan shake a bit. “…
And the Emperor? You know what he wants you to do and that he wants
the twins.” Obi-Wan finally whispered. “He wants me dead, he’s
just indulging you because he thinks you’ll get tired of me.” He
swallowed.

Shifting one hand up to cup Obi-Wan’s
cheek, Anakin smiled a touch softer. “Never. And if he as much as
touched them…” His eyes flickered yellow, Obi-Wan flinching a bit
at it but not pulling away.

Obi-Wan hesitated a few more minutes
before pressing his lips chastely over Anakin’s, the blond keeping
utterly still to let Obi-Wan have control of this moment.

And when Obi-Wan leaned back, he didn’t
chase the kiss, only stroked the others pale, still bare cheek with
quiet affection as he smiled at him. “He’s never going to touch
you either… I promise you that. You’ve already hurt too much and
I won’t let you hurt more.” The Sith murmured.

Obi-Wan seemed hesitant about that
before smiling a bit at him. “We’ll see.” He settled on.