Obi-Wan snorted, sinking down to sit on one of the benches that surrounded the frozen lake. “You complain each time we go somewhere hot. Now we’re somewhere cold….” He shrugged, looking at the little blades he’d been given to attach to his boots.

“I’m not complaining,” Anakin said, with a sniff, sitting beside him. “Just pointing out that this weather is miserable.”

“That’s a complaint,” Obi-Wan told him, handing over his blades, just in case he’d forgotten. “And it’s hardly below freezing.”

Anakin wrinkled his nose with a sigh, steam wreathing around his face as he did. And, truly, Obi-Wan understood his dislike of the cold weather. He’d grown up on a desert world. The cold only reminded him of the night, and even then…

Obi-Wan slid back to his feet, testing the blades and finding them steady enough. “Come on,” he said, “moving around will keep you warm.”

“Going back inside will keep me warm,” Anakin pointed out, brows furrowing together, and Obi-Wan sighed. 

“Well,” he said, folding his hands behind his back and taking a step back, “I will not make you participate if you don’t want to, Anakin. That was never my intent. Why don’t you go back.” He doubted Ahsoka would be back from her little expedition yet. She’d managed to convince Rex and several of his brothers to go ice climbing. “You can warm up by the fire,” he suggested, and took another step back, onto the frozen lake.

It had been some time since he’d skated, but it had always been an activity he rather enjoyed. He turned, heard Anakin make a frustrated sound, and pushed off. The metal against the ice rasped pleasantly and he hummed, sliding forward, moving around the other individuals enjoying the rink.

It had been too long since they’d had a break. Certainly, the freedom they were currently enjoying wouldn’t last long. But they had, at least, a day or so to stretch their legs, to breathe fresh air, too--

Obi-Wan yelped when a familiar form ran into him from behind. He reached for the Force, spinning, and managed to keep them both upright, despite the fact that Anakin had draped across his shoulders.

They drifted to a stop across the ice, earning a few amused calls as the rest of the crowd continued on in an endless circle across the huge lake. Obi-Wan blinked over at Anakin and said, lost, “I thought you were going back to the ship?”

“And I thought we were spending the day together,” Anakin said, arching an eyebrow.

“Well, I was planning to join you after I finished,” Obi-Wan said, shrugging. 

“Why don’t we just stick together,” Anakin suggested, and he’d been...focused, lately, moreso than usual, on keeping close. Something about the nightmares he’d been having, perhaps. Obi-Wan almost asked about them, there in the chill air, but he let it go.

They were having one day - one - where they did not need to think about the war or nightmares or any of it.

And so he smiled and said, “If that would make you happier.”

“It would,” Anakin said, and held out a hand. Obi-Wan hesitated, for just a moment, before he reached out and gripped it. He was used to grabbing Anakin’s hand in a fight, to pulling him to safety, or just making sure, afterwards, that he was alright.

The other touches, the ones they’d been fleetingly trying out, felt different. But not unpleasant.