fic: the law of our being (58/100)

You don't have to say anything [ao3]

Cody looked up as Obi-Wan straggled into the apartment. While Cody hadn’t yet officially moved in, he spent more nights in Obi-Wan’s rooms than in the barracks, and it seemed an accepted fact he’d eventually move in permanently. Obi-Wan shrugged out of his robe and then hopped on one foot then the other as he pulled off his boots. Belt and tabards were soon shed as well.

“It’s not - it’s not even that he thought - he didn’t - I know I haven’t been the Master he deserved, but I thought - he knew I was with Cody, he knew I at least suspected he was in a relationship with Padmé,” Obi-Wan rambled as he disrobed, and Cody’s eyebrows crept up his forehead.

“Come’re,” Cody called, and Obi-Wan startled, blinking owl-eyed at him a moment before shuffling over and climbing into Cody’s lap, displacing the datapad Cody had been reading from. “Hey there grump,” Cody murmured, kissing the crown of Obi-Wan’s head as Obi-Wan nuzzled against his shoulder. “Council put you in a bad mood?”

“Talking about what’ll happen with Anakin,” Obi-Wan mumbled. Cody nodded, having guessed that from Obi-Wan’s muttering. “It’s not like he broke any hard and fast rules, but - well.”

“The old guard is trying to make an example of him?” Cody guessed. Obi-Wan nodded. Cody sighed. He had half expected that, and was sure Obi-Wan had too. That didn’t make it any easier. In the end, Skywalker had done the right thing, more or less.

“Being married - well, we’d be massive hypocrites to take him to task for that, considering Ki-Adi is also married, and has children to boot. Seven Hells, special allowances were made so Ki-Adi could defend Cerea when it came under attack. And Anakin hasn’t Fallen. Yes, he’s likely far more attached to Amidala than we’d like, but most of us are more attached to our partners than Masters like Oppo support. If we censure Anakin, we might as well disband the whole kriffing Order.”

“I don’t think it will come to that, General Buir and General Mundi like the kid, and although him and General Windu don’t get along, I think there’s at least mutual respect there,” Cody said thoughtfully.

“It’s not them I’m worried about,” Obi-Wan agreed.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Cody said, not sure how much he was supposed to hear about this sort of official business.

“I know, I’m just-“ Obi-Wan paused, sighing.

“You’re just protective of your vod’ika, even though he’s a bit of a shabuir who doesn’t tell you osik,” Cody said with a slight smile, and Obi-Wan huffed, but didn’t argue. After all, Cody wasn’t entirely wrong.

Mando'a:
Vod’ika = little brother
Shabuir = asshole/jerk
Osik = shit

(since it's first time posting part of this fic on dw, start of story is on ao3 here)