Grumbling to himself as he stormed through the sterile and brightly lit hall, Jango almost wished he came across one of the damn kamino’s so he could get an excuse to punch someone. Or maybe one of the trainers that were obvious in their disdain of him.

Anything to distract himself from the pulsing anger in his stomach.

But if that anger went out, he knew his concern would be taking over and he didn’t want that either so maybe it was good that he didn’t meet anyone as he made his way to the damn Jedi’s room.

The reason for his anger and also for his path?

A certain Jedi that was suppose to show up to lessons with the clones and hadn’t shown hide nor hair!

That pissed Jango off, yes, that was the only reason he was storming to Obi-Wan’s quarters because it was obvious to him that the di’kut jetiise had stuck his nose into his work again and fully forgotten the time again.

Which meant that once more, Obi-Wan would have forgotten to eat and drink Jango bet bitterly, stomping in front of the door to glare at the name tag on it.

‘None of my parents thought spanking did much to raise children but I swear, I am this close to pulling that di’kut over my lap and…’ Jango let out a hissed breath between his teeth and then sighed, rolling his shoulders before letting himself into the rooms of one Obi-Wan Kenobi.

It was brightly lit, as usual outside of night and smelled of tea.

The smell had seemed to sink into every surface it could and for some reason, smelling it brought a sense of calm to Jango as he looked to the couch, expecting to see the top of a red head.

But… he didn’t.

The caff table was covered in pads true enough and as he stepped closer, he noticed to his surprise an empty tea cup and a plate with only crumbs left on it and a bit of green vegetable that might have been a pepper at once.

Obi-Wan had eaten.

But where was the Jedi?

Glancing about confusedly as he stepped closer, Jango tensed as he heard a soft exhalation, his eyes dropping down only for his jaw to drop too.

Because now that he was close enough, he could look over the back of the sterile, white couch, staring down at Obi-Wan curled up on the couch, wrapped up in several blankets with a pillow under his head.

Not only had Obi-Wan eaten but he was also taking a nap.

Obi-Wan was taking care of himself and Jango closed his mouth as he slowly made his way around the couch and to walk between it and the caff table, kneeling down to look at the resting Jedi.

Pale as he was and with the dark rings around his eyes, Obi-Wan looked so much better asleep than he had done awake and Jango felt his anger and concern drain away to be replaced with relief as he stared at the sleep soft features of the Jedi.

If he was honest, Obi-Wan looked soft in his sleep, his mouth slightly open so air could puff out between his pale pink, chapped lips. His hair was springy, a sign of a shower as it was clean and Jango felt the urge to touch it.

He kept that urge back, knowing that it would wake the other.

Obi-Wan was a trained warrior after all, for all that he was laying pliant on the couch.

Glancing over him, Jango took in the sight of metal fingertips sticking slightly out of the blankets Obi-Wan had wrapped himself in and carefully, he tugged one of the blanket to cover them up while also tugging it up over the others shoulder to make sure he was warm. He knew that Obi-Wan didn’t like people staring after all and should anyone else come looking for him…

Well, Jango knew Obi-Wan didn’t like people staring.

Looking back at the others face, the bounty hunter couldn’t help but smile a bit, almost bitterly.

The sole survivor of Galidraan, a man that had torn apart Jedi with his bare hands and had spent years in slavery thanks to the Jedi putting their noses where they didn’t belong… and yet here he was, feeling relief that a Jedi was sleeping and eating.

It was almost incomprehensible and yet here Jango was, staring at a sleeping Jedi, tugging the blanket to cover him for his comfort.

‘And here I am calling you a di’kut when I’m one too…’ Jango sighed to himself before standing quietly, staring down at Obi-Wan. ‘I’ll tell everyone you’re unavailable for the day, the clones will understand you need the sleep.’ He decided, his fingers twitching to touch the others hair even as he resisted it.

Jango wished he could say it was easy to leave behind the sleeping, oblivious Jedi.

‘Damn my emotions to Sith hells.’