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"You were in bacta for quite a while. The life threatening damage has healed." He was slow, steady, patient, quiet, and warm in the force and tone. "There will probably be another surgery and possibly some sort of implant required for your spine. I'm sorry."

"Oh?"

He wasn't exactly surprised. Though his memories were a bit fuzzy about everything that had happened, he did remember he'd been stabbed.

He tried moving his legs - which until now he'd not even thought about, and he couldn't do it. He tried just a toe. Also couldn't. They must have him stabilized him to prevent any further damage.

"Spine? that's ... new."

And he was too drugged up to be worried about it.

But Obi-Wan...

"You?"

"Me?" Of course Anakin would ask about him, even drugged to the point of not caring about being unable to move his legs. "I'm tired and worried about you, but I'm perfectly fine." Well, perfectly physical fine but even emotionally he wasn't in trouble. "Glad you're awake."

"You worried... isn't fine," Anakin said. He really wanted to touch Obi-Wan's face and tried lifting his hand. He wasn't really able to make it very far.

"It is." He smiles, just a little. "Because I'm worried because I love you, and loving you is fine." He takes the hand when it starts to reach, does the lifting for Anakin and presses a kiss in the center of his palm.

"That's new..." Anakin could smile now.

He wished he had better control over the Force so he could reach for Obi-Wan there as well. He'd missed that closeness. Ever since Obi-Wan's brush with the Dark Side, he'd held that part of him back, giving Obi-Wan space. He didn't want space right now.

"The next procedure- when?"

"I don't know yet. I don't think anyone does. You've only just regained consciousness, after-all." Patience, Anakin. There's still a slight smile and he kept Anakin's hand though lowers it to the bed to hold. "Are you in that much of a hurry?"

"You'd ask the same," Anakin said, though being as drugged as he was, it didn't have near the same sassy bite as he wanted.

"I love you... Old Man."

"I am not old," he protested, but jokingly and with a warm, light, brush through the force that ruffled Anakin's hair just a bit. "Do you want me to push for answers on when surgery will happen?"

"Show off," he said and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Obi-Wan using the Force to brush his hair.

"It'd be nice." And after a pause. "Thank you."

He gave Anakin's hand a gentle squeeze but wasn't quite comfortable enough to do what he really wanted - lean down and kiss Anakin.

"I'll be right back," he promised, then let go of Anakin's hand to go find those answers.

Post-surgery, Anakin was once again in bed, drugs slow wearing off. But he was awake and more lucid than he'd been before, idly lacing his fingers with Obi-Wan's. And he could barely touch the Force and manipulate it, but he was content with the act of using it to brush through Obi-Wan's hair.

"It's a good thing I'm drugged... I'd be bored out of my mind otherwise... I'd be trying to get out of bed." His smile widened. "Or do things in bed."

He laughs at the smile widening around the idea of sex. "Instead you're inebriated out of your mind. Be good, be patient, and heal. I'll give you a blowjob once you have."

...He's exhausted, but he's also relieved.

The fact that he didn't physically respond to that was a testament to how drugged up he was. None the less, he was enjoying himself.

He pulled on Obi-Wan's hand.

"Come up here then and pin me down so I stop wiggling. And tell me what you've been doing while I was out of it."

"I don't think being directly on top of you at the moment is the best idea." He did get up though and move to sitting on the edge of Anakin's bed, turned so that he was facing Anakin. "But we can work something out." He reached for Anakin's wrists, gently, but also for the Force.

Yes, it was probably best for him if Obi-Wan wasn't directly on top of him, but that didn't mean he wasn't a little disappointed. His curiosity got him through it.

"What are you thinking?"

He smiled, slightly. "That I can pin you down and give you intimacy without being on top of you, if that is what you actually need right now."

Anakin liked the sound of intimacy. It didn't need to be sexual. He just missed Obi-Wan, he missed Obi-Wan responding to him.

"I need you close," he said, tugging on Obi-Wan hand that was hold him.

"And what do you need?"

Intimacy did not need to be sexual at all - at least not to be intimate, and given Anakin's current condition certainly would not be.

"I need you to be still; you just got out of surgery. I'm close and I'm staying close."

Anakin tugged on Obi-Wan again.

"I'd say I'll be still for you, but you probably need to help me... Lay down next to me." If he couldn't get Obi-Wan on top of him, next to him was the next best thing.

He stretched out on his side beside Anakin, slowly and carefully so he didn't jostle the bed, settled his hand on Anakin's chest and -

"I think I can do that."

-and then used the force to press against Anakin, even and gentle but solidly there.

It was the comfortable distance between restraint and surrender. The former was forced on him, the latter was a matter of consent.

He signed both physically, and in the Force, like he was melting into Obi-Wan. It was the perfect level of vulnerability and he hoped Obi-Wan realized it.

"I've missed you," he said, turning his face into Obi-Wan's hair. "Maybe I should get injured more often?"

The sigh and way Anakin just... relaxed into him in the Force and physically were really, really satisfying and made him smile a bit.

Until that last remark alarmed him, even if only mildly. "You should absolutely not get injured more often." Though - "I've missed you, too."

Words.

He really was learning words.

Anakin's smile reflected in the Force. "Okay," he conceded. "Maybe not... but how can I get you to do this to me more?"

And to say more words like that?

With the Fore, because his arms were nicely weighted down, he teased his thoughts through the hair at the nape of Obi-Wan's neck.

He made a contented sound at the contact to the back of his neck, but he also answered the question once he realized what the question was-

or rather the slightly greater implications.

"You ask and you make it clear that you're asking because you like it, rather than making it about me." It's gentle but - Doing this, for those reasons? Didn't create the feedback loop of guilt.

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