[ Obi-Wan's voice is light as ever, loose and playful as ever, but there was that sharp instinctive twinge of self-imposed guilt whenever he put down the mantle and enjoyed himself in any way. As if he wasn't allowed to smile, was forbidden from relaxing at all when the war was still ongoing. That constant pressure on all of their shoulders, the responsibilities, the obligation to take everything deathly serious.
Trust me, this'll be the last time I overdo it with the youths. It's back to my tamer delights now. And you— look like you do truly need that caf. Early morning?
no subject
[ Obi-Wan's voice is light as ever, loose and playful as ever, but there was that sharp instinctive twinge of self-imposed guilt whenever he put down the mantle and enjoyed himself in any way. As if he wasn't allowed to smile, was forbidden from relaxing at all when the war was still ongoing. That constant pressure on all of their shoulders, the responsibilities, the obligation to take everything deathly serious.
And at the sight of Padmé, he rises to his feet, presses a polite whiskery kiss to her cheek by way of hello, and then automatically sizes her up.
She's good at hiding it — meticlously-applied makeup, foundation covering those bags under her eyes — but he knows the senator well enough by now to note the difference between when she's well-rested and refreshed, and... now. It's enough to fool her colleagues, but not someone who's known her for years; has seen her in a war zone and in the intimacy of her bedroom after an attempted assassination. He's privileged enough to be one of the few to be privy of Padmé Amidala lowering that pristine mask. ]
Trust me, this'll be the last time I overdo it with the youths. It's back to my tamer delights now. And you— look like you do truly need that caf. Early morning?