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Obi-Wan Kenobi is an introvert; though lucky enough to be surrounded by people he is always pleased to see he is, at his core, a private man who needs quiet solitude and to revel in his own space as regularly as possible to recharge after the long periods of constant company and communication life has forced him into.

He is also, a complete sucker for his Padawans.

Who did not get the memo.

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General Obi-Wan Kenobi leant his head against the duratile of his small fresher shower and let the warmish water wash over him, over aching bones and dirty hair, dripping gently down his face washing the grime and pain of the battle down the drain.

It had been a hard one. A long, gruelling fight to save people who didn’t seem to realise they’d been saved.

What was the point? He just wanted to lie down and meditate and wait for tomorrow to start.

Thud.

He paused his rapidly spiralling thoughts and increasingly vigorous scrubbing at the shuffling and banging noises from his tiny cabin.

He rolled his eyes fondly. His former Padawan was not a quiet person.

“One minute, I’m in the shower!” He called, increasing the speed of his washing and reaching for the shampoo.

“Master?” he heard over the noise of the rapidly cooling water.

“I’m in the shower!” he called back, louder this time. Perhaps Anakin would put the kettle on whilst he waited? Or maybe even open a bottle of something-

“Hey Obi-Wan”

The Jedi Master was not particularly proud of the noise he made as the door swooshed open and he heard his former Padawan’s greeting much too close for comfort.

“GAAHNAKIN!” he all but shrieked, simultaneously dropping the sponge and banging his elbow on the wall. “Ow! Kark!” he yelped.

“Oh sorry” came the blasé response “Should’ve knocked” the young man admitted casually, and Obi-Wan heard the scrape of the fresher stool being moved over his thudding heartbeat.

“Anyway, was wondering if you might be up for a bit of sparring after dinner? I feel like Ahsok-“

“Anakin!” the irate Jedi Master barked, and finally popped his head tightly round the shower curtain, fixing his former student and former best friend with a furious glare through the suds slowly making their way into his eyes.

“What the blazes do you think you are doing?” he demanded. He looked down at the rest of the curtain, tightly held to the wall from his neck down. “I’m in the shower!” he said incredulously.

“Oh yeah but I just-“

“The shower!!” the composed Jedi Master all but shouted in disbelief, well aware his voice was getting slightly higher.

“Right…” the nonchalant young man was comfortably sitting on the stool, not a care for his poor Master’s dignity, or privacy.

For some reason baffling to Obi-Wan, he was looking at the irate older man with surprise.

“So do you want me to…?”

“GET. OUT.”

“Alright! Alright! Jeeze no need to be so touchy about it” Anakin straightened up, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Boundaries Padawan, for the love of Force, BOUNDARIES!”

The irritating, maddening Jedi Knight picked up the pace and opened the refresher door, barely managing to avoid the bar of soap aimed at his head as his Master punctuated his words with a projectile.

There was a beat of silence. Blessed silence. Until:

“So we’ll talk in a bit then?” Came through gloriously muffled through the door.

Obi-Wan once again rested his head on the wall, cursing himself, the Force and everything, as the water heater finally gave up and showered him with icy water.

“Yes, we’ll talk in a bit” he confirmed, sighing at the Universe and grabbing a towel.

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“…Doing with your leave?”

Obi-Wan hadn’t realised he’d tuned his dear Commander out until he caught the end of his optimistic question.

“Oh I’m rather looking forward to a spot of relative peace and quiet I think” the tired Jedi Master replied, swinging his old canvas bag onto his shoulders and standing up as the transport docked at the Temple.

“Well you’ve earned it General” Woolley nodded at him with an encouraging smile.

Obi-Wan felt his smile turn just a touch more genuine and he turned to his men, waiting for him to depart.

“We all have” he said, as he turned to exit the transport.

The battle-weary Jedi closed his eyes, taking in the hustle and bustle of the Temple hanger, hanging back whilst the 501st transport docked behind him.

Sure enough, his smile was widening not five minutes later when Ahsoka bounced excitedly down the ramp, Anakin following behind with his characteristic confident smirk in place.

“Master Obi-Wan!”

His heart swelled as he suddenly found himself with the wind almost knocked out of him and a happy Torguta apparently trying to squeeze the life out of him.

“Hi Master”

Anakin waited patiently for Ahsoka to let the older man go, and when she turned her hug for her Grandmaster into a deep bow for a senior council member, Anakin leaned in and grasped his friends forearms in greeting, before doing the same.

Obi-Wan gave a shallower bow of his own to them both with a wide grin.

“It is so good to see you my Padawans” he said warmly, giving his Grandpadawan a wink as Anakin opened his mouth to give a familiar retort.

“Not your Pada-“

“Ahsoka dear please do stop growing, you’re making me feel old” he interrupted the traditional refrain from his former Padawan

“You are old” Anakin grinned at him and clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on Snips, lets dump our stuff before de-brief.” He instructed, picking up his and his own Padawan’s packs and falling into step with his Master, heading towards the Temple main.

“Uh, Skyguy, you er…you know, remember about that thing?” Ahsoka asked slightly breathlessly as she strode next to the two older Jedi with a tilt of her head in reminder.

Obi-Wan quirked an eyebrow. Since leaving their shared flat to embark on life as a Knight, and then moving Ahsoka in, the tales of Anakin’s living situation had periodically horrified or amused his old Master.

Anakin stopped in his tracks, grimacing.

“Oh kark”

“Language – What’s wrong?” Obi-Wan asked, the reprimand automatically exiting his mouth almost subconsciously.

“Er…”

The Master’s eyes narrowed as the other man dithered sheepishly.

“Our flat’s being fumigated” Ahsoka chirped cheerfully, prompting a grimace from her Master.

Obi-Wan stared at them for a very long moment.

“I don’t think I want to know” he decided, turning around and continuing to walk down the corridor and away from his Padawan’s nonsense.

“So what’s the plan Skyguy?” he heard Ahsoka ask innocently as the pair again sprung into life and followed after him.

“Right just let me think”

“Hey, we can just stay with Master Obi-Wan!”

Master Obi-Wan ground to a screeching halt.

He hoped he managed to cover the mildly alarmed noise he inadvertently made. Turning back to them both he was greeted with enthusiastic nodding and a big grin from his energetic Grandpadawan, and large pleading eyes from his fully grown idiot best friend.

“Yeah c’mon it’ll be so much fun!” Ahsoka was clearly warming to the idea. “We can make Kenobi Surprise, and watch the racing, and play Sabacc!” she suggested excitedly.

“I..well…” Obi-Wan didn’t know quite what to say in the face of such delight.

“Would that be OK Obi-Wan? Just for a bit” Anakin met his eyes reluctantly, genuinely asking permission.

The tired and slightly battered Master took a deep breath in through his nose. There really was only one answer.

He smiled.

“Of course, I’d be delighted to have you both” he said, patting his friend on the arm and chuckling as Ahsoka punched the air.

“Aw yeah this is gonna be awesome!”

Peace and quiet was overrated anyway.

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‘Conference room, ASAP.’

Obi-Wan looked up from his book and his tea when the chirp of the commlink disrupted his medic-mandated fifteen-minute break. He was now to take one every three hours and as much as he was loathe to admit it, they were doing wonders for his productivity and inner calm.

Except when he received emergency summons, obviously.

His stomach dropped as he read Anakin’s message again and scenarios instantly began filling his head.

New orders? An attack? He didn’t hear any sirens, so they weren’t being ambushed thank the Force. But really anything could be happening, and here he was ‘taking a break’!

Cursing he clumsily tugged on his boots, running fingers through his hair whilst simultaneously pulling on his belt.

He made it to the Negotiator’s conference room in record time, barely waiting for the doors to open before rushing inside.

Where he came to a sudden, confused stop.

“Oh hey Master”

“Hi Master Obi-Wan”

There in the main conference room, sat Anakin and Ahsoka. Both with their eyes fixed on a holoscreen showing some kind of learning module and sharing a bowl of Ahsoka’s favourite cured meat chunks. They would have made a rather cute scene under different circumstances.

“What?” Obi-Wan asked, bewildered, the wind rapidly leaving his sails.

This is not look like an emergency.

“Are you alright Master?” Ahsoka asked, eyes widening in concern her Grandmaster’s flustered and harried state.

“Anakin, you sent me a message?” he demanded, fixing his former student with a piercing look.

“Oh uh…yeah I mean, we were just talking about Force Theory. Thought you might have some ideas.” Anakin answered, wearily looking at his confused Master.

“Yeah do you think you’d use the Living Force or the Unifying Force to breathe in Space? Theoretically.” Ahsoka asked imploringly.

Obi-Wan stared at them both.

“What?” he asked again, less sharp and now genuinely baffled at the randomness of the question.

“Yeah it just seemed like something you would know about” Anakin answered casually, about to turn back to the holoscreen. Apparently “helping” Ahsoka with her Force Philosophy module.

“I don’t…”

The Jedi Master summoned the words, and the strength, for the conversation.

“You said it was urgent?” he said weakly, still rather discombobulated by the jarring change of pace.

Anakin looked at him surprised.

“Oh no I just meant you should come here when you can, you know, as soon as it’s possible.” He explained casually.

Obi-Wan stared at him, resisting the urge to run a hand through his hair.

“You said ASAP!” he ground out.

“Yeah, ‘as soon as it’s possible’!” the young man said defensively “not like, right now!”

This time Obi-Wan did run a hand through his hair, taking a very long deep breath.

“Unbelievable! Anakin I just dropped everything, I was in the middle of-“ he faltered. “You can’t do that!” he snapped.

Ahsoka was now looking at him worriedly.

“Sorry Master Obi-Wan, we didn’t mean it.” She said contritely and seemed to dither in the face of her Grandmaster’s displeasure.

She pulled the chair beside her out from under the table.

“…you wanna join?” she asked, timidly.

“Yeah sorry Master, didn’t mean to make you panic” Anakin joined in, the tiniest of tiny smirks tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I didn’t panic” Obi-Wan muttered, well aware how sulkily it sounded.

“C’mon Master, take a seat. You really need to relax” he instructed cockily.

Obi-Wan nearly hit him.

But he took the offered seat all the same. He was here now, after all.

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