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Obi-Wan was Too Tired for this bullshit, as Ahsoka eloquently put it. It was the third hour of Coruscant morning and he’d been awake entirely too long. His ship had been held up twice by Coruscant’s traffic control, and that was quite apart from the twenty days he’d spent traveling from his last assignment, four days’ worth of needless interruptions by bounty hunters, Hondo, and a stop for resupply. He barely kept his feet, and had already nearly stumbled into a wall as he turned a corner, eyes crossing. At that point he’d given up and let his Force sense lead him.
Home, bondmate, sleep, report, more sleep. Maybe food in there somewhere. Yes. That was good.
His quarters were dark and quiet, but Obi-Wan could sense Qui-Gon’s presence—sleeping peacefully. Obi-Wan was about to fall asleep right here by the entrance, propped up against the wall. Why was he propped up against the wall? Oh, right. Boots.
Obi-Wan wrestled them off and sighed deeply, then abruptly woke himself up by nearly toppling over. Whatever heartfelt curse he had in mind came out sounding far more like a discontented grumble, and he pushed himself somewhat upright and staggered over to his couch.
Much to his surprise, he found Qui-Gon on it. Obi-Wan sometimes wondered if Qui-Gon’s sleep schedule went to complete shit while he was away. He was always much more likely to find Qui-Gon stretched out on the couch than in bed when he returned. Well, that was fine. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he’d have made it to the bed without faceplanting into the floor somewhere in between, anyway. Besides, Qui-Gon was warm, and the couch was wide enough that Obi-Wan could press close to him and wrap one heavy, comforting arm around himself, and blissfully give up on being awake.
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punsbulletsandpointythings said:5 sentence fic: Obi-Wan was Too Tired for this bullshit.
Obi-Wan was Too Tired for this bullshit, as Ahsoka eloquently put it. It was the third hour of Coruscant morning and he’d been awake entirely too long. His ship had been held up twice by Coruscant’s traffic control, and that was quite apart from the twenty days he’d spent traveling from his last assignment, four days’ worth of needless interruptions by bounty hunters, Hondo, and a stop for resupply. He barely kept his feet, and had already nearly stumbled into a wall as he turned a corner, eyes crossing. At that point he’d given up and let his Force sense lead him.
Home, bondmate, sleep, report, more sleep. Maybe food in there somewhere. Yes. That was good.
His quarters were dark and quiet, but Obi-Wan could sense Qui-Gon’s presence—sleeping peacefully. Obi-Wan was about to fall asleep right here by the entrance, propped up against the wall. Why was he propped up against the wall? Oh, right. Boots.
Obi-Wan wrestled them off and sighed deeply, then abruptly woke himself up by nearly toppling over. Whatever heartfelt curse he had in mind came out sounding far more like a discontented grumble, and he pushed himself somewhat upright and staggered over to his couch.
Much to his surprise, he found Qui-Gon on it. Obi-Wan sometimes wondered if Qui-Gon’s sleep schedule went to complete shit while he was away. He was always much more likely to find Qui-Gon stretched out on the couch than in bed when he returned. Well, that was fine. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he’d have made it to the bed without faceplanting into the floor somewhere in between, anyway. Besides, Qui-Gon was warm, and the couch was wide enough that Obi-Wan could press close to him and wrap one heavy, comforting arm around himself, and blissfully give up on being awake.
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