Wrapping his arms around Luke, holding him close, Obi-Wan closes his eyes. Breathing out a soft contented sigh as relishes the feel of fingers brushing across his beard. He habitually touched it all the time, but it was different when others did it. It was intimate and it just felt good.

Again he leans his face lightly against Luke’s hand. Then turns to brush his lips against the other’s palm. His own heart warming with a deep affection for this young Jedi. As if being rekindled due to his absence. Perhaps it was time they got reacquainted.