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Anakin smiled, and he opened that feeling a little bit to Obi-Wan in the Force. He didn't want to overwhelm Obi-Wan, just wanted him to know that hearing the feeling reciprocated made him happy.

"What do you want to do with this ship?"

Now that he was properly thinking about it, he started thinking militaristically, sort of. He wondered how many planets would follow Alderaan if it openly took a stand against the Empire (and to do that, Alderaan needed defenses). He knew without a doubt Mon Cala would follow, and they had one of the biggest shipyards in the Empire. He was also certain Chandrila and Hosnian would, too. Naboo was currently held loyal to the Empire by Moff Panaka, but if they helped remove him...

It was nice feeling that he'd made Anakin happy. He left his hand in place where it was and closed his eyes again.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I feel this is an opportunity to continue to push the Empire fully onto the defensive, but how best to make that happen is beyond me at the moment. I'm tempted to give the thing to Bail and be done with it, but if it outs Alderaan and puts his people at risk before he's prepared I fear the only thing I will accomplish is losing a friend."

"Then maybe we should ask Senator Organa," Anakin pointed out. "He'd be the best one to answer that."

Anakin moved his hand to card slowly through Obi-Wan's hair.

"We can station it with the prison ship for now."

The hand in his hair made him feel heavy and tired again and his eyes drifted shut under it. He also turned and... nuzzled, nearly, toward Anakin's shoulder.

"Even partially outfitted it can also protect the prison ship...."

Anakin grinned, even if Obi-Wan couldn't see it.

"There'll be starfighters." That's what he immediately thought of. "And at least one shuttle." The Inquisitors did come aboard in some kind of vessel.

"Keep petting my hair," he said, softly, using that as much as he could do sort of... count himself down and in the place of meditation.

"Yes. Starfighters. Shuttles. The destroyer itself. You... No, I really can't regret this. I think we might actually win this, Anakin."

Anakin obliged and set a steady, slow pace, brushing his hand through Obi-Wan's hair.

"I don't regret stealing this ship. And I don't regret loving you."

"The outcome is overall positive on both counts, and regret isn't productive anyway. You're alive and safe for the time being. That's the most important thing."

In some ways that's the ONLY important thing. Some ways being 'to him' though he realized there was a bigger picture.

"You're alive and safe for the time being," Anakin pointed out. "That's just as important. To me."

"You told me to survive." He shrugs, slightly. "There was never any chance that I'd do anything else."

Anakin's hand pauses for a second, and then continues to weave through Obi-Wan's hair.

"Are you saying that all I have to do is ask you to do something, and you'll do it?"

"If it was at all reasonable and important to you? Of course I would." SOmething truly important to Anakin and not absolutely unreasonable or dangerous. So within limits but... yes.

"I'm glad you think asking you to survive is reasonable," Anakin said. There might have been a playful hint to his voice. To seal it, he kissed the top of Obi-Wan's head.

He yawned and curled in to Anakin, wrapping around him more tightly. "More reasonable than shoving me off a cliff...."

"It seemed reasonable at the time," Anakin said as he accommodated Obi-Wan, and pulled him in tighter. "I knew you'd survive. And that's what's important."

He rubbed his forehead against Anakin's shoulder but then settled down again, complete with sigh. The tighter contact helped more than he would have expected and he found himself really physically relaxing toward sleep. "See? You knew I'd do what you told me to."

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