Drunk obi wan accidentally telling padme and anakin he knows they're married and revelling how hurt he was they didn't tell him
He had drunk way more then he really should have but Padme had the best wine on the market and not to mention brandy and Anakin kept refilling while making cow eyes at Padme when he thought Obi-Wan wasn’t watching.
Not that Padme was any better.
Well marginally better. He caught her less then he caught Anakin.
He’d blame the alcohol later for his next words. “You know if you two just want to dally of to the bedroom, I won’t stop you. Spouses deserve their time together.” He drawled before taking a large sip of the wine.
Potent stuff it was, hit his system like a hammer.
And it was almost amusing how Padme dropped her fork to the floor and Anakin choked on his own saliva as he watched them over the rim.
He lightly nibbled on a pastry as Anakin pounded himself on the chest, getting faintly worried from how red the blond was turning and obviously so was Padme by the way she got to her feet and rubbed his back. “Easy Ani, easy.” She murmured quietly, seemingly forgetting about Obi-Wan in the room.
But that wasn’t unusual, people forgot about him unless he made himself known or they needed him for something.
Taking a quick swallow of water to clear his throat and chest and rub the pained tears from his eyes, Anakin finally focused on Obi-Wan, staring at him with wide eyes. “Obi-Wan?”
“Mmmn?” The older man tilted his head at them, resting an elbow on the table and his head on his hand in a show of impropriety. “You poured me way to much alcohol Anakin.” The man sighed then seemed to muse on something. “Then again I should have filtered it out but honestly, if I had to watch you two make cow eyes at each other sober for one more minute…” He let the words trail off even as Padme whispered in horror about cow eyes.
“Cow eyes! I hav-”
“Like the biggest cow eyes I have ever seen and that includes Bant every time she gets put in front of that kelp delicacy she adores so much.” Obi-Wan grumbled a bit before sitting back and peering at them, squinting a bit.
They both looked shocked.
Anakin even looked a bit scared, like he was waiting on the other shoe to drop.
“You know, I would have liked an invite if nothing else.” Obi-Wan settled on as he squinted at them before pouting when Anakin gaped at him.
“What?” The knight wheezed.
“Obi-Wan?” Padme added, her voice soft and sounding a bit lost.
Green eyes flickered almost lazily between them. “Honestly, I get that you didn’t want to tell me but to lie to me with straight faces. I thought…” He trailed off a bit, swallowing a bit as he looked away finally. “I thought we at least had a friendship going…”
“Obi-Wan of course we do.” Padme assured quickly. “But the Jedi co-”
“Hang the code, between my padawan and the code I’ve always picked Anakin first.” He scowled a bit, wondering how drunk he was absently.
He was unusually chatty and emotional, he hadn’t been like this since Quinlan and Bant had dragged him to a bar after Qui-Gon had died and made sure he got properly drunk until he broke down crying against the Mon Calamari.
Anakin looked so lost there he sat. “Bu-”
“Hang the fucking code. I’ve always picked you. Even if you didn’t notice it.” Obi-Wan huffed then wobbled to his feet. “I’m going to bed I think. I must have drunk…damn it why did you keep refilling my damn glass Anakin…” He rubbed his face, feeling wobbly.
Hands covered his shoulders and he looked up into Anakin’s worried face as the knight tried for a soothing smile. “How about you and I stay here the night, you’re drunk and you should sleep and there are guests rooms in this apartment.” He said quickly, rubbing Obi-Wan’s shoulders lightly before pushing him towards one of the guestrooms.
Obi-Wan grumbled but let himself be manhandled, to tired and to drunk to put up a fight as he allowed Anakin to help him to his under tunics and with the boots before he was pushed into bed and covered with the blankets of the bed.
“Mmmn?” The Jedi master mumbled, nuzzling into the overly soft pillow.
“…I’m sorry for not telling you.”
Anakin watched his old master fall asleep, staring at him before turning to Padme with a lost expression on his face. “He knew.”
“He knew.” She confirmed, looking just as lost as he did.
To that she had no answer.