but the time i spend

There is a rustle behind him followed by the mattress creaking loudly. Obi-Wan just takes another sip of his caf, ignoring the urge to glance over his shoulder. He does, however, reach up and push long strands of hair behind an ear. At some point during their fun last night he seems to have misplaced his nerftail holder. He’ll have to hunt for it in a bit so he can finally yank his unruly hair back into some semblance of control.“I thought you had run away again,” Jango rumbles out before sliding up behind him. Obi-Wan flushes as arms go around him, hands shoved into the pouch-like pocket of the hoodie he is wearing as protection against the cool air. Warmth rushes through him and stains the tips of his ears red. He can sense just how pleased Jango is-