Talking
with Padme had helped him clear his head a bit but Anakin had to
admit, he still wasn’t very happy with his master when he finally
returned to the temple and to learn that they would be shipped out
without him…

Wait,
why wasn’t Obi-Wan being shipped out?

Narrowing
his eyes at his former master’s back as the other puttered with his
tea set for sapir tea, Anakin bit his lips before stepping forward
and turning the other around firmly. “Anakin?” Obi-Wan yelped in
surprise before outright crying out in shock
when the other Jedi firmly stuck his hands under Obi-Wan’s
armpits
and lifted him clean off his feet.

Instantly
the Tatooine native’s face dropped from concentrated frustration to
understanding shock as he stared at the Stewjoni, Anakin’s mouth
dropping open as Obi-Wan squirmed in his grasp and held onto Anakin’s
wrists while loudly complaining and demanding to be set down and how
undignified they both looked. “You lost weight!” Anakin snapped
out as if personally offended by that fact, dropping Obi-Wan down on
his feet.

Pausing,
his hands still on Anakin’s wrists, Obi-Wan stared up at him before
hunching in a bit.

Shoulders
dropping and pulling up around his ears, eyes turning to his bare
feet and spine curving.

And
the sight made the anger in Anakin’s chest still then sputter out
as if someone had thrown cold water on it, the blond sighing deeply.
“Is this why Vos and Bant are hanging around? You’re missing
meals and replacing sleep with meditation again?”
He questioned quietly, more despairing.

Obi-Wan
hunched even more in on himself.

But
then again, disappointment was always worse
than anger.

“No
wonder Vos is all up in arms,” Anakin rubbed a hand over his face,
grunting a bit before settling his fingers under Obi-Wan’s chin,
tilting his master’s head up to look at him. “Why didn’t you
tell me?” He asked quietly. The words ‘I would have helped you’
were clearly tacked on but unsaid between them.

Obi-Wan
opened his mouth then closed it, trying to gather himself before he
sighed tiredly and leaned back to press his lower back to the counter
and escape Anakin’s rather gentle fingers under his chin. “I
just… I didn’t want to worry you or upset you. You tend to…
overreact when I don-”

A
deadpanned look crossed Anakin’s face, cutting Obi-Wan’s stilted
words off without the blond needing to do anything else. “Right,
because you losing and gaining it like a yo-yo
is so healthy and therefor we are going to react like normal adults
about it, its not like you’re putting your body through massive
strain.” He said bitingly, sighing when Obi-Wan flinched.

The
two went quiet for a long few minutes, Anakin rubbing his forehead.

“…Are
you having nightmares too?” The knight murmured then huffed when
Obi-Wan winched. “Of course you are and you didn’t come to me
when you had a panic attack triggered by all of it, nope, Vos had to
find you and I just… Obi-Wan I thought you trusted me?” Anakin
questioned sharply.

Flinching
as if hit, Obi-Wan looked up at the other in panic. “I do!” He
quickly said. “It’s just that…” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily.

“Just
what
Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked, quiet desperation in his voice and somehow
that was worse than the disappointment because Obi-Wan outright
slumped, his head bowing.

“…I
just don’t want to be a burden Anakin.” Obi-Wan whispered
shakily.

Blinking
in surprise, Anakin stared at his brother in all but blood,
hesitating before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around the
other Jedi who tensed in his arms.

Then
Obi-Wan dropped his cheek on Anakin’s collarbone, huffing out a
shaking breath. “I just don’t want to become an inconvenience
Anakin…” He added quietly against the black tunic and tabards.
“You have so much else to do. There’s the war, your duties, your
visits to the Senate and then there’s Ahsoka. I don’t want to
steal your time for my problems.” Obi-Wan confessed quietly.

Resting
his hands in the dip of Obi-Wan’s back, Anakin bit his lower lip.
‘I could drop a few of those Senate visit… not the ones to Padme
but I’m sure the Chancellor would understand if I tell him I have
Jedi business.’ He mused to himself before holding the other
tightly. “…Please talk with me Obi-Wan, I know its unbecoming
but… I’m still your former padawan, I still care for you and… I
don’t want anyone to take my place.” Anakin admitted quietly,
knowing the other would read between the lines and find Anakin’s
jealousy.

There
was a little noise against his chest. “…I just don’t want to be
a burden Anakin…” Obi-Wan repeated.

‘You’re
not a burden to me Obi-Wan… why do you keep saying that?’ Anakin
settled his cheek on the others hair, staring at the forgotten kettle
for Obi-Wan’s tea. ‘Why do you think you’ll be a burden…’

Talking
with Padme had helped him clear his head a bit but Anakin had to
admit, he still wasn’t very happy with his master when he finally
returned to the temple and to learn that they would be shipped out
without him…

Wait,
why wasn’t Obi-Wan being shipped out?

Narrowing
his eyes at his former master’s back as the other puttered with his
tea set for sapir tea, Anakin bit his lips before stepping forward
and turning the other around firmly. “Anakin?” Obi-Wan yelped in
surprise before outright crying out in shock
when the other Jedi firmly stuck his hands under Obi-Wan’s
armpits
and lifted him clean off his feet.

Instantly
the Tatooine native’s face dropped from concentrated frustration to
understanding shock as he stared at the Stewjoni, Anakin’s mouth
dropping open as Obi-Wan squirmed in his grasp and held onto Anakin’s
wrists while loudly complaining and demanding to be set down and how
undignified they both looked. “You lost weight!” Anakin snapped
out as if personally offended by that fact, dropping Obi-Wan down on
his feet.

Pausing,
his hands still on Anakin’s wrists, Obi-Wan stared up at him before
hunching in a bit.

Shoulders
dropping and pulling up around his ears, eyes turning to his bare
feet and spine curving.

And
the sight made the anger in Anakin’s chest still then sputter out
as if someone had thrown cold water on it, the blond sighing deeply.
“Is this why Vos and Bant are hanging around? You’re missing
meals and replacing sleep with meditation again?”
He questioned quietly, more despairing.

Obi-Wan
hunched even more in on himself.

But
then again, disappointment was always worse
than anger.

“No
wonder Vos is all up in arms,” Anakin rubbed a hand over his face,
grunting a bit before settling his fingers under Obi-Wan’s chin,
tilting his master’s head up to look at him. “Why didn’t you
tell me?” He asked quietly. The words ‘I would have helped you’
were clearly tacked on but unsaid between them.

Obi-Wan
opened his mouth then closed it, trying to gather himself before he
sighed tiredly and leaned back to press his lower back to the counter
and escape Anakin’s rather gentle fingers under his chin. “I
just… I didn’t want to worry you or upset you. You tend to…
overreact when I don-”

A
deadpanned look crossed Anakin’s face, cutting Obi-Wan’s stilted
words off without the blond needing to do anything else. “Right,
because you losing and gaining it like a yo-yo
is so healthy and therefor we are going to react like normal adults
about it, its not like you’re putting your body through massive
strain.” He said bitingly, sighing when Obi-Wan flinched.

The
two went quiet for a long few minutes, Anakin rubbing his forehead.

“…Are
you having nightmares too?” The knight murmured then huffed when
Obi-Wan winched. “Of course you are and you didn’t come to me
when you had a panic attack triggered by all of it, nope, Vos had to
find you and I just… Obi-Wan I thought you trusted me?” Anakin
questioned sharply.

Flinching
as if hit, Obi-Wan looked up at the other in panic. “I do!” He
quickly said. “It’s just that…” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily.

“Just
what
Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked, quiet desperation in his voice and somehow
that was worse than the disappointment because Obi-Wan outright
slumped, his head bowing.

“…I
just don’t want to be a burden Anakin.” Obi-Wan whispered
shakily.

Blinking
in surprise, Anakin stared at his brother in all but blood,
hesitating before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around the
other Jedi who tensed in his arms.

Then
Obi-Wan dropped his cheek on Anakin’s collarbone, huffing out a
shaking breath. “I just don’t want to become an inconvenience
Anakin…” He added quietly against the black tunic and tabards.
“You have so much else to do. There’s the war, your duties, your
visits to the Senate and then there’s Ahsoka. I don’t want to
steal your time for my problems.” Obi-Wan confessed quietly.

Resting
his hands in the dip of Obi-Wan’s back, Anakin bit his lower lip.
‘I could drop a few of those Senate visit… not the ones to Padme
but I’m sure the Chancellor would understand if I tell him I have
Jedi business.’ He mused to himself before holding the other
tightly. “…Please talk with me Obi-Wan, I know its unbecoming
but… I’m still your former padawan, I still care for you and… I
don’t want anyone to take my place.” Anakin admitted quietly,
knowing the other would read between the lines and find Anakin’s
jealousy.

There
was a little noise against his chest. “…I just don’t want to be
a burden Anakin…” Obi-Wan repeated.

‘You’re
not a burden to me Obi-Wan… why do you keep saying that?’ Anakin
settled his cheek on the others hair, staring at the forgotten kettle
for Obi-Wan’s tea. ‘Why do you think you’ll be a burden…’