Luke hums and makes another contented noise as he buries himself into Obi-Wan's chest. One hand reaches up, pats his cheek and scritches gently at his beard before falling back down again.
The dull ache of the Force bond is settling back into a comfortable hum, Obi-Wan's care and affection soothing it as much as simply the presence there again. "I like your beard."
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The dull ache of the Force bond is settling back into a comfortable hum, Obi-Wan's care and affection soothing it as much as simply the presence there again. "I like your beard."