❛ rests his forehead against din's helmet ❜ from @hemarshal as cobb vanth.
there's a quiet in mos pelgo freetown that the mandalorian can't help but find somewhat comforting. in the vastness of space , quiet is something he's become accustomed to , both when flying from job to job or when just being on his own. he's almost always alone & wallowing in silence whenever he's working , which is why moments when he can see the few people he's allowed himself to trust all the more important to him , allowing him not to feel quite so lonely as he usually does. perhaps the quiet of the town isn't what makes it so comfortable to come back to. perhaps . . . maybe it's because that's how he feels whenever in the marshal's presence.
cobb vanth is not only a welcomed ally , but a trusted friend whom he'd gladly lay his life for ( though that fact would remain a secret from him for now ). it's been a long while since their venture with krayt dragon , yet he keeps finding himself back here in this small little town , unable to move on despite knowing he should. it's only the two of them in the bar right now , the weequay having gone back to retrieve some just delivered materials. maybe vanth has had a little too much to drink , maybe it's the comfort they share when speaking to one another , but when the marshal's form begins to lean against his own , his head now resting against tough beskar , din finds himself not only surprised , but unable to move away. once the bartender returns , he no doubt would fix the marshal back upright without much quarrel or issue. after all , he did have an image to protect ━━ they both did , but for now ? for now , din can't help but enjoy the comfort in knowing how trusting the marshal seems to be with him , at least , enough to do this without any sort of hesitation. not even beskar armor could stop the beating that was his heart in this moment , heart rate escalating the longer they sit here together. if only the armor wasn't there , then he could feel the weight of him fully . . . the warmth of his skin . . .
❝ you . . . should watch how much you drink , ❞ comes the mandalorian's low , cautious tone , keen senses having already spotting the weequay entering back through the door. strong hands sit cobb back into an upright position , gentle , but quick in his movements. if only the marshal could see his face . . . he'd see that he was smiling. ❝ it's a bad look to get drunk on duty , marshal. ❞
