Commander Cody

Obi-Wan stood there in silence for a brief moment, staring into the dark confines of the Commander's visor for a fraction longer than necessary. He was 𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙. Yet, he decided to stand down. "Mm. Very well." He almost hesitantly released Cody's >

⠀ he cannot command effectively if he is unwell. he must allow time for rest. the republic can survive a day without him. ⠀

⠀ perhaps he should take a rest day. ⠀

Any other day, Obi-Wan would have been more cautious; discreet. But he needed Cody to listen to him. "Cody. . . you must take better care of yourself. Have you had any fluids lately? And by fluids, I mean water. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 caf."

"Cody..." He paused for a moment, seriousness etched on his features. "If you will not accept a medic, then you must accept an alternative. And that is this—" Without another thought, he swiftly grabbed hold of his Commander's gloved hand, wisping him away into a private >

Obi-Wan frowned at that. The information he was given sounded much more severe than that of the said 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡 headache. "I shall inform Kix immediately. I'm sure Anakin could spare him for a short while."

"Mm... and I'm not a Jedi. Cody... tell me the truth."

Concerned ( boy ) friend.

//Yeah hi im fully back in my Mando phase

the moment we committed to 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, we already 𝓵𝐨𝐬𝐭.

" Just Cal, please. "

Visible concern.

"I can NOT GET SICK."