Rinsing the others hair out carefully with the cup, Anakin sent his drowsy master a small smile as his longish hair dripped soap and water into the bowl below him.

Due to his healing injuries and the current painkillers he was on that left him not only sleepy but dizzy, Obi-Wan couldn’t handle standing in a shower for long at the moment and sonic would not be kind to his at the moment sensitive skin due to residual hormones. But Obi-Wan, quietly and a bit shifty, had complained about his hair and beard feeling gross.

Tacky the man had said.

Anakin had pounced on the opportunity.

Offered to wash the others hair as Anakin had done long ago when Obi-Wan had both of his hands broken on a mission, his neck length hair and beard coated with mud.

And to his relief, Obi-Wan had accepted after only a bit of hesitance, his desire for cleanness and comfort outweighing his thoughts on being a ‘burden’.

Oh, Anakin knew how Obi-Wan’s brain functioned.

He would see this as being a nuisance to whoever helped him if he outright asked, which was why Anakin had themed it as Anakin not having anything better to do.

Cody had helped by finding a larger, empty ammo crate that Anakin tipped onto its side to settle the water bowl on while Helix had shoved an empty bed next to the one Obi-Wan occupied for more space, so Obi-Wan could lay in bed still and just carefully tip his head off the side where Anakin sat and washed the others hair.

Running his flesh thumb gently over the others temple, Anakin smile widened at Obi-Wan when he gave a drowsy little noise in return, blinking blearily up at him in return. For all that he didn’t want to be a ‘burden’ to anyone, Obi-Wan looked content at the moment.

Maybe it was because Anakin was touching him, gently scrubbing away dirt, rubbing at his scalp or maybe it was the warm contentment of the medbay.

Or maybe it was the current mood of the medbay.

He could feel several troopers watching them and from the corner of his eyes he could see a smiling Waxer, the troopers still in the medbay contently relaxing after the battle for the Negotiator.

Seeing their General settled and content for the moment, enjoying what could amount to a bit of pampering with how much care Anakin was putting into washing the others hair was doing good for them too after all the weeks of seeing Obi-Wan stagger and drop around them.

It was a good change from the gaunt and tired man that had collapsed in a hallway and given himself a nosebleed due to his fucked up genetics.

Anakin had no idea why stewjoni people had developed such a thing, he was sure that once it was made for survival, perhaps in lean times when the mood dropped where adults tried to keep their children feed to avoid malnourished impact on children.

But it wasn’t useful anymore.

Especially not to a Force sensitive, they were suppose to eat more calories due to the way channeling Force through themselves burned calories and liquids. There was a reason Helix had kept Obi-Wan on so many Iv’s throughout the days after all and now, thanks to the fucking droidbait scum, Obi-Wan was back on it, his arm bandaged in a blue, sticky bandage since it made Obi-Wan nauseous to look at it.

Running another cup of water through the others hair, more to be certain than for anything else, Anakin watched how Obi-Wan’s eyes closed again, the soft touch of Anakin washing his hair making him even more lethargic.

It was a good look on the other, despite once more wearing medbay scrubs, eyes closed and comfortable over the two beds.

Picking up the waiting towel, Anakin wrapped in the others hair and started slowly rubbing, not wanting to be too vigorous and make Obi-Wan feel energized.

No, Obi-Wan needed rest and it soothed Anakin’s frenetic emotions to see the other rest, the image of Obi-Wan on his knees, bleeding on the durasteel floor after fighting with with bone weary tiredness already in him being replaced by this.

A soft, comfortable and sleepy Obi-Wan.

Much better.