This is Chapter 4, the one I accidentally posted as Chapter 3. If you are reading this, please please please read the REAL Chapter 3; 4 makes more sense this way ;D
That night he lay in his bed, eyes staring unseeing at the ceiling above him as he contemplated the day's events.
After entering his quarters, he had found Qui-Gon waiting for him in the kitchen, a cup of tea— Red—ready and waiting as well. The old master (though not so old, as he would argue, simply "getting on in years") said not a word as he handed his Padawan the mug of tea and sat him down at the table across from his own chair, then waited patiently until words were spoken.
Obi-Wan had pondered what to say. Usually he would at that point tell his master of the vision he had had and then Yoda's thoughts on, but he had stayed silent. At last he had decided on a simple, "I think I should like to retire early tonight."
Qui-Gon had made no reply except to frown in concern and watch the young (maybe not so young anymore?) man leave to his room.
Now Obi-Wan wondered if he should say anything. He had earlier attempted to ask the Force for guidance but had received no answer either way. It was...odd. Before he knew it, he drifted off to sleep—
And jerked awake from a nightmare all-too familiar to him: his fight with Vader on Mustafa. With cold sweat rolling across his skin and the last vestiges of terror limping from his mind he acted without thinking and entered the common room timidly, not really surprised to find his master there meditating on the balcony. When he entered the room Qui-Gon's eyes opened in worry.
"Obi-Wan?"
It was enough. Like a small child Obi-Wan buried himself in his master's open arms, tears and snot soaking the tunic not yet removed from the day's work, sobs causing him to shudder in remembered grief. How long they sat like that he didn't know, but when he eventually pulled back (he didn't want to) Qui-Gon tenderly cleaned Obi-Wan's face with his own sleeve, sapphire eyes gentle with the pained concern of a parent. His eyes never left the distressed storm clouds that were his student's.
When he was done he pulled back, waiting patiently for an explanation.
And Obi-Wan gave it. In the same hushed tone that he had used with Mace, the Stewjon native told his master of his time travelling and of what the two other masters had said. Qui-Gon listened attentively, no sign of his thoughts except for the pensive set of his brow.
Obi-Wan felt drained at the end, as if the baring of his soul so many times had actually torn a piece away with each telling. He slumped forward slightly, all strength gone from him, and in response his master wrapped his strong arms around the Padawan, guiding Obi's head to rest against his chest. He met no resistance, and this more than anything helped prove the young man's words.
"I believe you," he murmured against Obi-Wan's head. "I believe you."
A slight pressure on his head that may have been a kiss, and his sighed, "Thank you."
"Rest, Obi-Wan. You have earned it. I will still be here when you wake up."
As if that was all the assurance he needed Obi-Wan was pulled into the folds of sleep.