Warning: Obi-Wan's a teenager, exact age unspecified, so please don't read the following drabble if that makes you uncomfortable.
When Qui-Gon remarks on the valuable hours his Padawan's wasting alone in his bedroom lately, it's with a glint of knowing amusement that raises a humiliated blush across Obi-Wan's cheeks.
Though truthfully Qui-Gon can't claim to have passed the time differently himself.
Mornings of crossing sabers – powerful muscles straining visibly under tunics – and evenings occupied watching the boy blissfully abandon himself into meditation have left Qui-Gon more worked up than he's been since he was a hormonal teenager himself.
He only wishes he could tell Obi-Wan that he wouldn't consider those many hours squandered if they spent them together instead.
