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[foundlingfather]

When he arrived almost a year ago, Din never would've even considered being this close to people. Any real true intimacy, outside of just getting quota. Really, his bubble for it is still pretty limited. He's still not that great at admitting feelings. The most help of him changing, is the lingering memories of that week, where he believed he was a native. Weird, strange feelings that wouldn't leave. It doesn't hurt, that Obi-wan was part of that week, too.

He takes mental notes as he disrobes, Obi-wan. For if this happened again. There's so many layers. Like Jedi didn't like showing their bodies or something. Not that Din has much room to talk. Still, once Obi is bare, the differences give Din pause. Fingers tracing the scars for a moment. In the back of his mind, he's also wondering about Obi-wan knowing so much about Mandalorians, including the language. But that'll have to wait until later.

Then he's being further disrobed, and he helps there too. Removing his hands to slip off his gloves, then shrugging off the top of the suit. He's got his own scars, most of them faint now, since he's not acquired any new ones in the city. A lot of them mostly in spots where there were gaps in his armor. What he's not expecting, is Obi-wan blind folding himself, without even having to be asked. It means a lot.

"Thank you." He says softly. There's trust there, and he knows it. There's a moment, before he's reaching up to slide the helmet off, setting it aside. Brown eyes now free to really take in the changes, without the filter in place.

[hadthehighground]

A smile touches the Jedi’s bearded face as he finishes tying the blindfold. Having only gotten a moment to look at some of Din’s body, which was what he expected of a Mandalorian warrior. The moment reminding him of when they kissed back at camp. Though he didn’t completely trust himself to just keep his eyes closed this time as things would be getting more physical. He wished to respect Din’s creed just as he would want his.

Reaching out, he gently touches the other man’s face. Which felt much the same way it had before. His hands then moving lower, quietly exploring Din’s neck, his shoulders, and chest. Obi-Wan then carefully extracted himself from the other man’s lap, coming to stand before him instead. His hands moving to blindly undo and slip out of his pants.

“I’ll need you to guide me,” he then says. Another scar similar to the one on his arm is visible on his left thigh. A hand eventually going out to the Mandalorian. Yes, he’s putting a lot of trust in him. But as far as he’s concerned he has no reason not to.