uHhHhh 61 with some good old Anakin and Obi-Wan?
61. “Did you need something?”
The sound of uneven footsteps brought Anakin’s attention away from the droid parts he held in his hands, his eyes widening at the sight before him.
“What are you doing out of bed?” he demanded, dropping the parts and rushing over to Obi-Wan’s side. “Didn’t Kix tell you to not get up?”
Obi-Wan huffed as he limped closer, a hand wrapped around his ribs. Anakin shot to his feet and raced over, pulling Obi-Wan’s arm over his shoulders. Together, they stumbled over to the chair where Anakin was sitting.
Obi-Wan sat slowly, letting out a quiet breath as he settled onto the chair.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Anakin said, pulling another chair over from the nearby wall. He sat himself next to the droid he was working on, pulling the parts back into his lap. “Did you need something?”
The hangar was empty and quiet, the lights dimmed slightly because the Resolute was currently in its night-cycle. Anakin could hear a few of his men talking quietly on the other side of the hangar, along with a technician working on a ship a few yards away.
“Not exactly,” he replied, and Anakin could barely hear him over the whirring of the machines nearby. He pulled his chair closer and sat down again, allowing his fingers to continue working the parts together.
Anakin frowned. “Then what are you doing here, Master? I think Kix would have both of our heads if he found out about this.”
A frown crossed Obi-Wan’s face, and the hand around his ribs tightened on his robes. The bruises on his face looked harsh and uncomfortable in the hangar’s dim light, though Anakin was sure they were healing at this point.
“When I woke up earlier, I forgot about what happened—just for a moment,” Obi-Wan said finally, voice hoarse. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“Oh,” he murmured. “Well, I’m here, and I’m alright, Obi-Wan. We’re safe.”
Obi-Wan nodded sharply, eyes bright. “I know. I just needed to be sure.”
Anakin found himself looking back at the parts he held in his hands. Without really thinking about it, he’d slipped them together—not in the direction he was supposed to, but in a way that still worked.
“Well, I think I’m done for the night,” he announced. “Let’s get you back to the medbay.”
Then, they walked out of the hangar together, as one.
