"I know you're getting tired of hearing it, but I'm gonna ask again: are you absolutely, one-hundred-percent positive about this, Master?"
Obi-Wan bit back an exasperated sigh as he looked at Anakin's reflection in the mirror. "We've been over this several times before, Anakin. I've never been more certain about anything in my life."
"Then why do you keep fidgeting with your sleeves?"
"I'm not fidgeting. I just can't get them to lay right." That was only half true; he just didn't want to give his best man the satisfaction. Truth be told, he was terrified. He just didn't know why.
Anakin stood from his chair near the door and stepped forward. "Obi-Wan, knock it off," he said lightly as he shooed the other man's hands away and adjusted his sleeve cuffs for him. "Look, it's alright to be nervous. Force knows I was when Padme and I..." He trailed off when he seemed to remember that he and Padme had gotten married well before the rules were rewritten to allow such a thing. "Well...point is, I just want to make sure you're nervous for the right reasons."
Obi-Wan gave him a look. "What do you mean by that?"
"That worrying about tripping down the aisle or passing out or forgetting your vows are okay reasons to be nervous. But having second thoughts, no matter how small, are not." His hands fell sharply down to his sides as he let out a harsh huff. "I mean, I still just don't get it. I know you see something in her that I don't, and maybe it's because she only shows it to you, but all I see is the same woman who tried to kill you at least a dozen times since you first encountered her."
"Anakin-"
"What happens when you two have your first big fight? Is she going to go back to her old habits and try to kill you again? What if something happens and she falls back to the Dark Side? You won't be able to save her a second time, Obi-Wan; it's a miracle it happened at all in the first place. I don't want you to wake up in the morning and realize that you've made a huge mistake."
Obi-Wan was going to let him have his tantrum just to let him vent, but those last words hit him hard. "Is that what you think this is? Do you really think that I haven't thought about all of that and more long before I asked her to marry me? I-"
"Sorry to break up your little spat, you two," a third voice called from the door, "but you-" Latts jabbed a finger at Obi-Wan "-need to go talk to your fiance."
Any thought of irritation at Anakin dissipated at those words to be replaced with genuine worry. "What's wrong? Is she alright?"
Latts shot a look at Anakin and simply said, "Just go talk to her." Obi-Wan didn't waste time asking any more questions; he hurried out the door and jogged down the hallway.