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Someone I know arrived in the city. I wanted you to know first.

He was my captain on the mission to Scarif.

Obi-Wan?
I hope you've been faring well through this kerfuffle.

Hey. Thought I'd reach out after our interesting first meeting. How are you?

[The days after the flood had been stressful, and before even realizing it, Mona had reached out to Obi-Wan through their bond. She wanted to be in his comforting embrace and forget about all the bad stuff.

She was sitting on the couch, looking at the view in deep thought.]

Master Kenobi.

[ Is he nervous? Maybe a little. Or a lot. He's seated on his bed, fiddling with the miniature of the Mantis on his nightstand, but he's at least looking at the camera. It wouldn't do to be rude.

Obi-Wan isn't just any Jedi, and while he's been friendly and welcoming, the idea of asking him for anything is nerve-wracking. ]

Could I ask you something? Or, uh, ask you a favour, I guess.

Obi-Wan.
I was wondering if I could pick your brain when you have some time.

The bond feels stronger.. I think I'm beginning to learn to master it better, Obi-Wan.

[A small wrapped box will be delivered, holding within it six identical tea infusers, with a note.]

Thank you, Obi-Wan. You were spot on. It is right up my alley.
Padmé

My dear Obi-Wan,

It occurs to me that as the weather is becoming colder, I'm uncertain if you have appropriate clothing for the season. Would you let me know? It seems sensible that we should get you some before there are serious cold spells.

I hope your day is most pleasant.

Your humble servant

Albert

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It's not a confession Din gives lightly either. Luke being the only other one. That it comes so easily, to the only recently rearrived Obi-wan, shows how much he missed him.

Din's a little surprised by the sudden movement, but his hands are quick to land on Obi-wan's hips. He doesn't stop the unzipping of his flight suit, the fingers tracing his mark making him shudder. But it's the words spoken that makes his breathing hitch.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum" He says softly back, breathless. His own hands quick to move up, working off Obi-wan's own robes

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[Albert knows that Obi-Wan is in no real state to take in what is being said to him, and it's unfair to talk of things that require his focus and attention. So he simply nods, leaning down to kiss him again, murmuring a soft promise to discuss it all later. And then he can focus on ensuring Obi-Wan gets everything he needs, the pleasure he deserves. That spot inside him, Albert knows it well, and so he focuses on grinding his cock at the right angle to stimulate Obi-Wan again and again.

His fist is still around the other man too, stroking in time, although not well, considering how closely they are pressed together. But he can feel those jolts go through him, and it's quite, quite wonderful.]

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Luke gives a small shrug. Din was how he was, he accepted that. It wasn't about wanting to see his face, but these things, being able to share meals more easily, not having to focus on removing sight before bed. "I understand it's hard for him. I just hope one day he'll feel less conflicted about it, however that falls."

Albert likes cooking. When he was out in the wilderness of West Elizabeth it was less pleasant, but there was still a joy to it. Here? With all these tools, the light, the ability to control the heat of the stove and the hob, it is really quite incredible. There are some aspects of this place that will never fail to amaze him.

He finishes washing the potatoes and then lets the filthy water drain away before he dries his hands. That's when he hears the front door, glancing across the small cabin and smiling as he sees Obi-Wan enters.

"You're just in time, dove. I was just preparing supper."

[ just after Padmé’s arrival, Obi-Wan receives a text message. ]

Senator Amidala. Padmé. She is here.

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