A/N: Heights and weights were all taken from their SW wiki pages and then converted to feet/pounds. This story is based on anonymous questions to the RP tumblrs: "h-e-l-l-o-t-h-e-r-e" and "anakinwalkerofskies". I suggest you check out their tumblrs! Or I can send you links to the questions/answers that inspired this story!

Going to Dexter's seemed to become a daily event for them on those increasingly rare moments that they were at the Temple. It wasn't that the food was necessarily good – grease was the most prominent ingredient in all the dishes – it was the atmosphere. Eating at the Temple was exhausting. The food was top quality of course, and much healthier than Dex's cooking (although after a long mission of only eating from protein cubes or questionable native cuisine, even Dexter's Diner tasted gourmet). The real trouble was the environment. Fellow Masters would come up to them, wanting to discuss Anakin and Obi-Wan's recent mission, or go over the latest news and tactics for the war. Even worse than that were Padawans, who openly gaped and whispered when they saw "The Team." It seemed that Anakin and Obi-Wan were not only celebrities outside of the Temple but inside as well. It was just stressful. The pair wanted to eat, to escape the war for a few short hours, not be continually bombarded with thoughts of the war.

Dex's was their little piece of heaven. The people eating in that diner either didn't notice Anakin or Obi-Wan, or could care less they were Jedi. Dexter knew, obviously, but the only special treatment they received was free food. Dexter had waived aside their objections to that long ago, saying it was always a pleasure to have Jedi in his restaurant. Anakin and Obi-Wan had given up long ago and merely promised that they were always at Dexter's service should he need them. The diner might have been shady and rundown and the food less than perfect, but it was a place to relax. They could talk freely among the chatter of all the other patrons or amuse themselves in listening to others conversations. Here seemed like the only place left on Courscant untouched by the war. It wasn't much, but it was nothing to scoff at.

Unfortunately, their days at Dexter's seemed to becoming fewer and fewer. The number of Jedi were dwindling as the demand for their help increased. This was the first week Anakin and Obi-Wan had off in eight months. Which, aside from meaning a week worth of meals at Dexter's, also meant they were overdue for their six month physicals. They had started to become mandatory once the Clone War had started and the stress of war had started to show. Older Jedi, forced out of retirement and into battle were facing stress fractures of bones. Even the stress had started to cause increased blood pressure, insomnia, swelling of joints, and torn muscles and ligaments.

Obi-Wan,true to his normal self, refused to go to the Healer's Wing. The only times he went were when he was too weak to protest. And the physicals were just unneeded. He knew he was getting older; his joints and bones complained horribly in the mornings after a long battle. There was nothing the Healer's could do to help old age.

"Obi-Wan, I'm not covering for you again. You're worse than a Padawan."

"I am in perfect health, there's no need to repeat the same process every six months."

Anakin reached out and pressed his palm gently against the small of his back. Obi-Wan winced.

"Perfect health, huh?"

"Merely a bruise."

Anakin raised his eyebrow. Obi-Wan knew what that look meant. Anakin knew where every bruise and cut was on his body and he would use each and everyone to prove his point. Obi-Wan sighed.

"Yes, fine. But there is nothing they can do for a few scrapes. I've gone through much worse."

Anakin smiled and leaned down slightly to press a kiss on the top of Obi-Wan's head. "I know. But if it was me, you would have marched me in there by now. It's my turn to be the demanding one. Besides I promise, I'll make it up to you afterwards." He lowered his voice to a dramatic whisper, "Don't tell Master Windu, but I stole some of his best wine."

"Anakin! He's going to catch you eventually!"

Anakin shrugged, "Well, if you hurry up and get to the Healers Wing, it will be gone by the time he finds out and we'll be too drunk to care what he thinks."

Obi-Wan had to admit that going to his physical might have been worth it just to see Vokara Che's shocked expression.

"Master Kenobi, what a surprise to see you here of your own free will."

Anakin snorted and Obi-Wan gave him a swift kick.

Master Che sighed. "Both of you take off your boots and tunics."

Anakin and Obi-Wan both started to undress. Vokara Che had originally insisted that the two of them respect each other's privacy, but then found that both Anakin and Obi-Wan denied that anything was wrong with them. Anakin was more than willing to tell her what happened to Obi-Wan and vice versa. They worried more about each other than themselves and seeing as they had by far the closest and most intimate relationship of all the Jedi Teams, there was no complaint Vokara Che could really make. Although Skywalker did test her limits sometime though. Particularly when he decided it was an appropriate time to be whistling appreciatively as Kenobi stripped off his tunic.

"Skywalker, for Force's sake you are not a teenager!"

She turned towards Kenobi, who was bright red. "Kenobi, if you cannot control your Padawan…."

"He is no longer my Padawan I am sorry to say."

"You are only sorry because the idea of a Master – Padawan relationship turns you – "

"Skywalker! Get on the scale!" He was pushed rather roughly.

"Okay, okay!"

Vokara Che pulled out his file. "6'2…you've lost weight. You're one-eighty five. Still in your ideal range." She pulled him off the scale again and then ran the normal scans. "Eyesight and hearing are fine. You have a few cuts on your back that are healing incorrectly, they could be getting infected." She went to her cabinet and pulled out a small tube of ointment and then threw it to Obi-Wan. "I expect that you will see he uses this."

"I am the responsible one."

"The Council seems to think so. I must say, I disagree." She replaced Anakin's file with Obi-Wan's. Your turn."

Obi-Wan reluctantly stepped up on the scale.

"5'7…you appear to have gained the weight Skywalker lost. One-seventy three."

"Getting pudgy, old man," Anakin grinned, "I need to stop taking you to Dexter's."

Obi-Wan glared at him.

"It isn't a significant increase, but it is over your recommended healthy weight range."

Vokara Che finished the rest of his physical, his eyesight and hearing were fine. His bruises and cuts should be healed in the next few days and unfortunately, like always, the soreness of his joints and limbs were nothing curable. Obi-Wan wasn't really listening. He was busy brooding over Anakin's comment. He knew he was old – at least older than Anakin – that was nothing that could be helped. But his weight? That was something completely under his control. He and Anakin ate the same foods and both were always physically active. Obi-Wan was actually more active because of all the times he spent running to save Anakin, or trying to save himself from another situation in which he had been delegated the role of being bait.

Anakin hadn't given any indication that he was upset by Obi-Wan's weight gain. His tunics still fit…he clearly hadn't gained a massive amount. He hadn't even noticed that he was a few pounds bigger. Anakin couldn't possible have noticed. Or maybe he just didn't say anything…it was just part of the increasing list of Obi-Wan's flaws. And why not? It was part of growing older. Anakin was stuck in a relationship with an older man, these things were inevitable. The soreness of his joints were just the first step, followed by the excess weight. Soon it would be the gray hair and the wrinkles. Anakin was going to be stuck with an ancient, wrinkled old man. It would be really unfair for Anakin to be stuck with an obese old man as well. Something would have to be done.