withasingleballoon:

“It’s only that—well, I’ve been a bit worried about him. I was hoping he may have talked to you.”

“Why would he talk to me about—” She favored him with her best friendly-but-skeptical smile. “—Jedi business?”

“Senator—Padme. Please.” He gazed into her eyes with nothing on his face but compassion and fatigued anxiety.

“I am not blind, Padme. Though I have tried to be, for Anakin’s sake. And for yours.”

“What do you mean?”

“Neither of you is very good at hiding feelings, either.”

“Obi-Wan—”

“Anakin has loved you since the day you met, in that horrible junk shop on Tatooine. He’s never tried to hide it, though we do not speak of it. We… pretend that I don’t know. And I was happy to because it made him happy. You made him happy when nothing else truly could.” He sighed, his brows drawing together. “And you, Padme, skilled as you are on the Senate floor, cannot hide the light that comes to your eyes when anyone so much as mentions his name.”

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