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"Yes," he said quietly. "No- It's just a metal hand, I can fix it. But," he laughed also quiet, "I don't think anything we do during sex will break it." He paused. "There are so many points, I don't expect you to get all of them... It's a part of me and it isn't, it's... hard to explain. I'm lucky," he said. "I have the Force, and this talent in the Force with machines so I'm connected to it in a way almost no one else would be. But even this," he gently closed his fingers around Obi-Wan's finger, "feels different than it does with my other hand."

There was a major point Obi-Wan hadn't guessed at.

"And people don't like it. Not everyone says it or shows it, but it's very hard to miss in the Force."

He used the hand Anakin wasn't holding to reach up and smooth his thumb gently along the line of Anakin's cheekbone, fingers just brushing the back of his neck for a moment.

"I've no desire at all to take sensation and enjoyment away from you. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, or less comfortable. I do want you to be able to be comfortable enough to stop avoiding with me. I know that's difficult. I understand why. But for me - both looking at you here and what I feel in the force, it's all you." A pause, though slight: "And I didn't miss your initial response to uncovering your scars, either."

"I know you don't," Anakin said. "It was learned subconsciously... All it takes is just a few encounters and you automatically start finding ways to cope... It was always like this." The unspoken implication that it was a problem he'd experienced with the Jedi. Though his new scars weren't a problem back then.

"It's hard to consciously change the habit."

He moved his hand around and threaded their fingers.

"I'm willing to try."

Anakin didn't need to specify the Jedi; Obi-Wan knew. He'd always known. He'd never known what to do about it.

He curls his fingers around Anakin's, tightening gently.

"The effort is the important part. You deserve better than to have your own hijacked by yet more of other people's expectations and biases."

He smiled - sadly - but smiled nonetheless. "Can't fix everything about galaxy." He was always going to encounter people who were prejudiced against prosthetics. What was worse - the searing passion he used to express against injustice or the sad acceptance that he would always only have injustice?

"No," he agreed, stroking his thumb over Anakin's lower lip. "We can't even fix everything wrong in this room. But if our ultimate purpose is to make life as fair as we can, then we can start with the 9 square meters of this bed and the people in it."

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