When Obi-Wan had disappeared Albert hadn't parted with any of his things saved the lightsaber which had gone to Luke for safety's sake. All Obi-Wan's clothes and personal belongings he had carefully packed away, storing them in the hope that the Jedi would return. And he had, although he was much worn, but having his belongings had at least helped him settle back into life in the city faster than he might have done otherwise.

He hears the sound of the shower, and smiles to himself as he moves to open a bottle of wine, letting it breathe as he sets a pan full of water on the stove to heat.

When the door to the bedroom opens again, and Obi-Wan's bare feet fall quietly against the floor, Albert can't help but turn to look at him. Obi-Wan has always looked so very good in that dressing gown, the blue matching his eyes and it makes the photographer's heart soar that his lover still likes that gift.

"Did you have a good training session?" He asks, reaching for a pair of wine glasses.