#guess again

“Big baby,” Anakin says, sounding absolutely delighted when Artoo trills back at him. “I bet you’d just love to meet my puppy Threepio.”

Obi-Wan will definitely revisit that name choice later. “He never lets me hold him like that.”

“That’s because I’m his favorite. Isn’t that right?” Anakin scratches under Artoo’s white chin, and even standing an arm’s length away, Obi-Wan can hear his cat purring up a storm. Traitor.

“Oh now I see. You just came here for the cat.”

Anakin frowns and stops his scratching. He gently sets Artoo back down on his own four paws, and pointedly wipes the fur off his clothes, no matter how futile an effort they both know it to be. “Are you really going to be weird about this?”

“You’re the one babying my cat.”

Anakin steps closer, right up into Obi-Wan’s personal space, and frames his face with both hands, one warm ungloved hand and one cool ungloved hand resting on his cheeks. “You need to relax.”