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Waving at Anakin before the blond disappeared out of the quarters to go see his wife, Obi-Wan lifted the cups of tea he had made and made his way over to Qui-Gon with a small smile on his lips as the man pushed his reading glasses up on his nose and squinted at the pad with his singular eye.
Qui-Gon hadn’t opted for a new eye but had taken the leg to go with a new arm and was still adjusting to that.
So for now he was mostly doing paperwork, there was really quite a lot of it Qui-Gon had found out and it kept him busy.
Not that Obi-Wan minded luckily, it gave him more time to continue working his safety measures, to get used to the world around him again.
He may seem to be doing good but he still had bad days when he woke up in the dark of the room and thought that he was back in the cell Sidious had kept him in and made him scream until his voice broke and his mind splintered.
Qui-Gon would, if he was awake to hear and feel him, come rushing to his bedroom to bring him back as gently as possible, holding Obi-Wan in a lose, assuring hold while whispering nonsensical comforts into his ears, a warm and bright point sharing the same bed as he and physically comforting in the best of ways.
The real way.
Not just something imagined in his darkest moment as a fleeting worth of comfort to sooth him as Qui-Gon knew the other had imagined often in an attempt to become free.
“Oh, thank you Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon accepted the cup as gingerly as he could with the mech hand as he rested his pad on his lap, welcoming the redhead against him by slipping his flesh arm around him. “Mmmn, sapir.” The Jedi sighed happily as he sniffed the aromatic tea.
Burrowing close while settling in, Obi-Wan smiled up at him. “Favorite.” He chirped.
Chortling at that while blowing on the tea, Qui-Gon just gave a single nod.
They sat quietly together, Qui-Gon still focused on his pad though he was giving some of his attention to Obi-Wan and some to his tea.
He was therefor somewhat aware when Obi-Wan shifted and adjusted Qui-Gon’s arm around him, letting it fall from the redhead’s shoulders until it stopped around the others still too slender waist.
Heart jumping into his throat, Qui-Gon looked at the other with a wide eye full of concern only to slowly relaxed when all Obi-Wan did was to smile slightly at him while taking a sip of tea.
“…Obi-Wan?” He rumbled, tone questioning and leery.
Taking a new sip, either because he was delaying the answer or because he needed tea courage, Obi-Wan let out a breath through his nose. “…Safe. I’m safe here. Safe with you.” He whispered before leaning up and pressing a hesitant kiss to the others cheek.
The tickle of the beard made him smile however before he sat back enough to stare at Qui-Gon, not fearful but wary to the others reaction.
“…Are you sure Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon rumbled, holding tightly onto his cup to the to the point they both heard a little click as it cracked a bit in the man’s mech hand. “I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable o-” He shut up as Obi-Wan sniggered quietly at him, biting his bottom lip.
“Safe Qui-Gon,” Obi-Wan grinned at him, squinting slightly with his damaged eyes. “Happy, you make me happy.” He tacked on with a bright smile before pressing closer into the bigger male.
Swallowing heavily, Qui-Gon couldn’t help a smile that stretched his Sith inflicted scars. “…So what do you want from me then?” He questioned quietly, voice trembling with emotions at the trust Obi-Wan was giving him.
Nuzzling a bit at the warm chest, Obi-Wan stared at his cup before looking up. “What do you want?” He asked in return, raising one brow a bit.
Snorting, Qui-Gon relaxed a bit. ‘Okay, that’s assuring at least.’ Shrugging, he smiled at Obi-Wan. “I want to build an equal relationship, to make it work and to make it a mutual thing because I’m not sure if you understand what you’re asking for.” He admitted freely.
Obi-Wan flinched a bit but nodded, understanding Qui-Gon’s concern considering all that had happened to him. “I… can we take it slow? See if it works?” He asked meekly.
“We could do that.” The older Jedi agreed quietly raising a brow when Obi-Wan stared at him expectantly. “…What?” Qui-Gon chuckled.
Obi-Wan bit his lips before setting his cup down on the caff table. “Hugs and maybe kisses?” He asked hopefully as he sought for assurance, feeling a bit on edge for some reason only to relax when Qui-Gon lowered his head instantly and pressed several gentle kisses to his cheek and forehead.
“Like so?” Qui-Gon whispered teasingly, endeared by the soft pink blush in Obi-Wan’s cheeks.
“Nuhu, here.” Obi-Wan tapped his lips, smiling bashfully.
‘I don’t know what’s going to happen to our future, I don’t know what’s even going to happen to the Jedi order or the Republic… but I do know I’ll be here for you Obi-Wan.’ Qui-Gon promised internally as he chastely sealed his lips over the others in a slow and tender kiss as some delighted part of him babbled about healing, about the progress Obi-Wan was showing.
Obi-Wan was free and he was healing and life would continue forward.
Finally they could all recover from war and torture and just love for a bit in peace.