rereading some prompts while you're away, hoping you're having fun :D Would love to hear more about little stars. Poor Obi-wan, he's the talk of the temple, isn't he?
The teen didn’t even seem to notice Tahl and Micah on the couch when he stepped into their quarters, he just dropped his bag on the floor by the door and marched to his Master, pressing against the others chest.
“Oh Obi-Wan. It was too much wasn’t it?” Qui-Gon whispered quietly, wrapping his arms around the trembling slender shape pressing against him, petting the others hair and neck gently. “Its alright, its alright you’re in our quarters Obi-Wan.” He murmured, soothing gently.
Obi-Wan made a low hiccuping noise and wrapped his arms around the other in return, trembling harder while Qui-Gon looked at the two other Jedi over his head, nodding towards the door in a begging motion.
Micah nodded and got up, taking Tahl by the hand.
All of them knew Obi-Wan would be mortified if he knew others had been in the quarters during his emotional display.
Still rubbing the others hair and holding him, Qui-Gon let out a relieved breath when they disappered out without Obi-Wan noticing, shifting the boy back a bit to look at his face. While not crying, Obi-Wan’s eyes looked shiny and moist as he stared back up. “Lets sit on the couch Obi-Wan, we can speak about this there.” He offered gently.
Not saying a word, Obi-Wan gave a slight nod and let himself be guided to the couch, making his master settle down first before following, curling against the bigger mans chest.
Qui-Gon stroked the short spikes of the others hair slowly. “…It was way to much to be in class, wasn’t it?” He murmured.
Obi-Wan nodded into his chest. “…Everyone kept asking me how, why, where…I even had a flashback and…and…” He shuddered hard and Qui-Gon inwardly cursed.
“No more class for a few days Obi-Wan.” He murmured, still stroking the others hair slowly. “You still need time to recover. I know you want things to go back to normal but you need more time before you can handle the rest of the temple.” He settled on.
For a while Obi-Wan did nothing except breath, his hands curled into the others tunic.
Qui-Gon allowed that, he could feel the conflicted buzz that was Obi-Wan’s mind but he didn’t invade the others privacy by examining the thoughts through their bond.
“…I just wanted to try and have a normal day.” Obi-Wan whispered.
“I know imp.” The master whispered. “I know. But…that’s going to take some time I’m sorry to say.”
That made the teen fully slump against him and Qui-Gon sighed softly, stroking his hair.
“I’m sorry for being such a bur-”
“Don’t Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon murmured. “We know who’s at fault, and she’s unfortunately not here to reap those consequences. You are not a burden, you have never been a burden and I am just so glad that you’re still trusting me to care for you.” He hugged the other to him.
Sniffling a bit, Obi-Wan nodded. “…Did Anakin behave?”
“He mostly tried to roll around.” Qui-Gon chuckled. “He was no trouble padawan of mine. I promise.” He assured.
“Oh…can I stay in our quarters tomorrow?” Obi-Wan whispered.
“Yes imp, you can. I’ll have your teachers give me your homework and we can look over it together.”
A soft nod and then Obi-Wan settled again.
Qui-Gon should be making the boy eat, he should be guiding him to do some meditation…but what Obi-Wan really needed at this time was some physical comfort.
So that’s what he did.
‘Poor little imp.’ He hugged the other carefully to him. ‘I’ll look after you.’
In the background, Anakin cooed softly and grabbed his foot, unaware and content in his crib.