Longingfortouch

Touch starved Obi-want where Anakin notices the clones touching and cuddling his former master. Preferably with someone explaining why.

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Obi-Wan had always been a private
person. Standing slightly apart from everyone else and perhaps a bit
to the right as if he was an
untouchable and priceless
art exhibit.

But lately…

“And then we went here.”
Waxer was leaning over Obi-Wan, one arm slung around the man’s
shoulders with his free hand pointing out on the map where the squad
had gone. “Up that way.” He leaned even closer to the sitting
Jedi, practically cuddling him.

And Obi-Wan wasn’t moving away,
seemed to melt back into Waxer even.

If it wasn’t for the fact that
Obi-Wan actively seemed to enjoy the touch, Anakin would have told
him of or had either Cody or Rex talk with him.

And Waxer wasn’t the only
trooper doing it.

So far everyone from 212 had
found some manner of way to drape themselves on Obi-Wan, touch him or
even cuddle him since
Anakin and his men had arrived.
The day after the 501 had arrived in the forward camp, they had
started doing it too!

And on one memorable occasion
Anakin had seen Cody outright grab the other Jedi by the wrist and
drag him into his lap before going through the mission briefing.
Obi-Wan hadn’t protested, had curled up against the other man like
a large feline.

Neither had known he was there
though or he didn’t think Obi-Wan would have allowed it.

“Sir?”
Anakin had been so deep in thought that he hadn’t realized Rex had
slid up beside him before
the captain had called for his attention.

“Oh, Rex, apologies captain I
was…” He glanced back at where Waxer was still draped on Obi-Wan.
Amber eyes flashed in realization before narrowing a bit on
confusion. “You don’t know sir?”

“Know…what?” Now Anakin was
worried as he turned to his captain who suddenly looked like he was
anywhere but in front of the Jedi.

“General Kenobi.
I…this…perhaps you should talk to Kix or Helix sir?”

“No, I think I’ll talk to
you.” Anakin frowned
ever heavily.

“…Then
permission to speak frankly sir?” Anakin nodded and Rex took a deep
breath while rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t understand
all the technical terms but Kix says that General Obi-Wan is touch
starved. It means deprivation
of positive affectionate touches which can lead to emotional and
mental instability.” That looked like quotation from Kix or Helix
to Anakin.

And it caused Anakin to pause,
memories of his padawan days of how Obi-Wan never initiated touches
on his own, hugs, but always seemed to cherish them when Anakin did,
would hold onto the young man until Anakin got to old to do it.

“I…see…what…what does
that mean in effect to Obi-Wan?” He glanced back to find another
clone with his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder while giving him a
report.

“Well…I honestly sir, this
would be easier to ask of Helix or Kix, they understand this better.”

“Rex.”

“…Humans suffering from touch
starvation are prone to anxiety, depression and stress, none of which
are good for a General in war. They are also prone to distancing
themselves from healthy relationships and devaluing their own worth.
And frankly General Skywalker, from what we’ve managed to catch
onto, the General is neglecting himself. He’s skin and bones
underneath those robes and armor Helix tells us.” Rex tensed,
waiting on the response.

Anakin slowly looked at Obi-Wan,
staring at him. “Skin and bones?”

“Accidental starvation, to much
to do, to little time, forgetting to eat. Cody keeps bringing him his
rations and meals. You Jedi are suppose to keep a high calorie intake
but rations aren’t the best for it and General Kenobi seems to put
others well-being in front of his own.” Rex hesitated. “…Helix
says he can count the General’s ribs. He keeps shedding weight like
a bantha sheds wool.”

This was a lot to take in.

Obi-Wan had always seemed
so…untouchable to Anakin. A bastion in a storm that nothing could
tear down.

He squinted, looking closely at
the other man and almost felt his stomach turn inside out.

There was a narrow, pinched look
to Obi-Wan’s face that even his beard could no longer hide, giving
him an almost feral look if you examined it close enough. Stress
lines stretching around the mans eyes with an ever so slightly black
tinge underneath them, like someone who never got to sleep enough.

“…I
believe I’ll be contacting the council…while Obi-Wan is resting.”
Something needed to be done, for the first time Anakin could see just
how far down the war was dragging his former Master. And he didn’t
like what he was seeing.

“Sir…”

“He needs rest. More then the
front lines can give him. If nothing else, the council cares about
Obi-Wan.” Anakin pressed his lips together. “Until I can however,
keep feeding him and…I’ll see about getting some better rations.”
He ran his hands through his curls, frowning heavily.

He would not lose Obi-Wan, not to
this war and certainly not to the mans own flagellation.

Could you write more touch starved Obi-Wan? Maybe other Jedi finding out, idk

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He’d only patted Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

A brief, if heavy touch.

Yet Obi-Wan had flinched, as if physically struck and given Mace a
owlish look before covering up and smiling at him. “Was there
something you needed Master Mace?” He asked, polite as always

“No…No Knight Obi-Wan, I was just…I wanted to congratulate you
on a well done mission. First time missions alone can be strenuous
and hard. Its impressive you finished yours as well and as quickly as
you did.” Mace hid his surprise under his usual stern expression
but allowed a small smile to the younger man.

Obi-Wan blinked before giving a short bow and smiling in return.
“Thank you. I’ll be sure to pass those words along to my padawan,
he helped quite a bit.” He stepped back and left the council
chambers.

Mace stared at him before turning when he heard Yoda sigh. “Careful
you should be, Obi-Wan fragile can be.”

“He flinched. Why?” Mace frowned. The care of all Jedi the
council was and Obi-Wan’s reaction to his touch was…disturbing.

Yoda sighed again and fiddled with his grimer stick. “Break my cane
over creche masters and Qui-Gon’s shins I should have. Touch starved
Obi-Wan is. Difficulties he had growing up, visions in the creche and
difficulties in apprenticeship. Tried to help.” Yoda huffed before
looking up at Mace and pointing his stick at him. “Touch starved
Obi-Wan is, longing for touch yet always surprised by friendly ones.”
His ears dipped sadly.

“…I know we’re not to talk ill of the dead but what in kriff did
Qui-Gon do to that boy?” Mace frowned thunderously, noting Plo
slide past him and hurry of down the hall.

“Much difficulties. Resolved it they did but traumas lingered,
Obi-Wan withdrew into self. A gentle touch he needs.”

“Has he been to the mindhealers?” Mace stepped to the old master.

“Been told to go to them he has, willing to go? Not so much. And
being forced would not help. Healer Altan almost break cane on me for
that.” Yoda huffed then smiled. “Smart she is, right she is.
Force him we can’t.”

Mace rubbed his face. “So…what do we do?”

“Do? Do what Plo is doing. Slow touches, let Obi-Wan come to us
once he knows he can.” Mace blinked and turned to the open council
doors where Plo and Obi-Wan were standing further down there hall,
Plo’s hand carefully resting on the young man’s shoulder.

Obi-Wan was leaning slightly into it, giving a half smile at whatever
the other Jedi was saying.

“Let him know he’s wanted. Occasionally ask if he would go to the
healers. Little things. Having tea with him tomorrow I am.” Yoda
shuffled of his chair with care. “Perhaps you wish to come Master
Mace?” Old eyes peered up at him.

“Perhaps.”

Obi-wan doesn’t really have much contact with people. How would the clones react to the fact their Jedi/general is touch-starved

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Cody finding out Obi-Wan is touch starved and making it his mission to
hug him as much as possible. Maybe recruiting other clones to help him.
       
    

Two anons

“Have you noticed how he kind of…tenses?” Cody looked up,
raising his eyebrows at Helix standing in front of him in the mess.

“Who? And we’re in a war, if someone is tense, there’s a
explanation.”

Helix gained a frustrated look then sighed. “I mean General Kenobi
and each time someone touches him. Its just for a few seconds before
he looks like he’s melting into the touch as long as he knows the
person.”

Cody blinked and shifted a bit, sitting up. “Okay, explain that one
to me. He tenses up when touched and then melts if he knows the
person?” He asked in confusion.

“I think he’s touch starved, its the only thing I can get it patted
down to that makes sense.” Helix finally settled on, rubbing the
back of his neck with a frown.

“You’re going to have to explain that to me.” Cody gestured for
Helix to sit down in front of him. “Touch starved.”

“Lack of affection and deprivation of positive touches that
reinforces that they are cared for, wanted…loved.” Helix expanded
on the subject. By now the whole mess was listening and Cody absently
noted Boil pulling Waxer into his lap and holding around the other.

“Okay, when you say it like that, I understand what it is. What
does that mean for General Kenobi since you felt the need to bring it
before me…before us.” He gestured around since Helix had done it
on purpose and the medic gave him a thin lipped smile.

“Because of the way it affects him and by that extension us. We
know the importance of closeness, of having someone to lean on and
backup.” Helix offered seriously and Cody nodded at that.

“Skin
starved sentient experience emotional instability, anxiety, high
elevation of stress, depression, are more open to  secondary
immune disorders  and are more likely to distance themselves from
healthy relationships because they don’t know how to handle it. None
of these are things we need from a General in war time.”

Cody blinked, mentally racing through
every campaign and mission the General had gone on, the lack of self
preservation for many of them suddenly in clear light.

“I see. What do we do about this?”
He sat up, ignoring his tray of still steaming food.

“Best way to solve it? Human contact.
Start slow, simple hand touches and brushes and evolve towards hugs
if he allows it. Shoulder taps and so on.” Helix nodded firmly. “It
would be easier if you were the one to instigate it Commander as for
now, the General is most comfortable with you. I’d enlist General
Skywalker if I could but he’s kind of…busy.” The medic shifted
and every clone snorted.

Oh yeah, Skywalker was plenty busy
visiting his ‘friend’, Senator Amidala.

“I’ll see to it Helix, get the ball
rolling on it.” Cody glanced down at his dinner then took a deep
breath. “Do you know if the General’s eaten yet?”

“Not as far as I’m aware of.”

“Good.” Cody stood. “I’ll need
two trays of dinner and a cup of red tea on one of them…and if we
still have those sponge cakes from Ryloth, one of those too.”

()()()()()

“General sir?”

Obi-Wan looked up in surprise and then
sat up fully when he saw Cody standing in the tent opening with two
trays in hand, wearing his blacks and no armor. “Commander, I…its
dinner time?” He sat up, setting the datapad aside on a low spindly
table.

“Yes sir, Helix sent me to make sure
you ate sir.” The other held out one of the trays, a small smile on
his face as Obi-Wan accepted it. “I also arranged for some tea for
you sir.” He sat down beside the Jedi, watching him stabilize the
tray on his lap and start eating.

“Thank you Cody, I appreciate that. I
haven’t had a decent cup in a week.” Obi-Wan chuckled and started
eating the mashed tubers first, enjoying the lightly spiced flavor.
He tried not to be surprised when there was a gentle pat to his
shoulder.

“Of course General, dig in and fill
up. If you lose anymore weight Helix will be very annoyed with you.”
Cody turned to his own tray, pretending he hadn’t noticed the man
tense up at his touch.

Over the week, he started slowly
working in ways to touch the General. A light touch to a arm for
attention, resting a hand on the others shoulder while pointing
something out.

When the 501st arrived, he
pulled Rex aside to inform him of what was going on, gratified to see
the others eyes widen in surprise.

So he had not been the only higher
ranking clone not to notice issue. He did however notice Kix and
Helix talking together in low tones not far from the General’s tent
as Skywalker, Tano and Kenobi greeted each other.

“Okay, so, what do you need me to do
vod?”

“So far I’m still working on getting
him to relax around me but…general touches honestly, shoulder pats,
touch his arm to get his attention. That kind of thing. Helix thinks
I can get away with more if I tell him what we know but I think if
General Kenobi knew what was going on he’d try to deny it and deflect
it.” Cody rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Want my opinion?”

“Sure.”

“Drag him into your lap, hold him
tight and don’t let him go. That way he can’t deny it.” Rex
shrugged.

“And get my ass dragged for unseemly
conduct. Yeah right.”

“You really think General Kenobi
would do that to you?” Rex asked sceptically.

“He has a point sir.” They both
jumped and Cody cursed under his breath. “Longshot, how long have
you been there.”

“A few minutes. It might be easier to
help the General if he outright knew we were trying to.”

“…If I get dragged for this, I’m
dragging you all with me for reprimand.”

()()()()

“…I’m going to yell at you
all…later.” Obi-Wan muttered against Cody’s shoulder, closing his
eyes when a careful hand ran through his hair, mussing up the
carefully styled hair.
“I’m sure you are General.”
Cody chuckled, wrapping his arm tighter around the other waist and
dragging him closer. “But how about you first relax and perhaps
have a nap?” He suggested lightly while teasing the soft strands of
hair.

Obi-Wan’s hands tightened its grip in
his blacks at that suggestion.

“I’m not going to leave if you do
General sir.” Cody gentled his grip, resting his cheek on the
others head and tucking both arms around the narrowed man. Those
bulky robes really did hide him away, no wonder Helix was running
himself ragged trying to keep the General’s health going.

“I’m not tired.”

“Alright sir, if you say so.” Cody
hummed.

“…How many of the others are in on
this?”

“All of the 212 and most of 501. I
imagine that by tomorrow all of 501 will be in on it.”

There was a low embrassed noise at
that. “Everyone is not going to…I mean…”

“Not in public no sir. But if its
just us? You can bet your lightsaber.”

“Oh…hmm…”

“Fair warning, Waxer likes to cuddle so you know.
Boil denies it but he does too.”

“That makes so much sense…”