The trip to the house was silent, save for the sound of the radio. Out of the corner of his eye, Obi-Wan could see Anakin tense up a bit as he turned onto the street that they used to live on. He parked the car and turned off the engine. They sat in silence for a moment before Obi-Wan sighed.

"You don't have to do this," he told his brother.

"Dad wants us to do this for a reason," Anakin said firmly.

"You didn't believe in dad's reasoning when we were kids," Obi-Wan teased.

"Yeah, well, I'm an adult now," Anakin said with a smug smirk. "I'm sure he had his reasons and as an adult I'm going to respect that."

Obi-Wan smiled, shaking his head, "Alright."

The two of them nodded at each other before getting out of the car and making their way up to the front porch.

Anakin bent down, raising an eyebrow as he looked up at Obi-Wan, "Is the key still...?"

"Yeah," Obi-Wan nodded as Anakin went to retrieve it.

"You're going to need a better hiding spot," Anakin chuckled as he unlocked the door.

Obi-Wan entered, remembering the last time he was there with Padmé. A fond smile flicked across his face.

"It looks the same as the last time I was here," Anakin breathed, "Albeit a bit dustier."

Obi-Wan went to the closet in the hall and whopped a rag at his face, "Then, get dusting."

"Why do I have to clean your house?" Anakin chuckled.

"Because I clean our apartment."

"An apartment is objectively smaller than a house."

"You made a comment about the dust. If it's bothering you, then dust it," he said with a smirk. He stood in the middle of the living room and rubbed his chin, trying to decide what to do first.

Then, Anakin's stomach growled.

"Maybe we should start by cleaning out the kitchen," Obi-Wan chuckled as he entered the room.

"Only if by 'cleaning' you mean 'make a snack,'" Anakin grinned as he followed him into the kitchen.

Together, they went through the food in the cabinets and the fridge until they were left with a bunch of random leftovers.

"It's like we're on Chopped," Anakin muttered as he looked at the random assortment of food around them.

"We don't have to put it all together," Obi-Wan grimaced as he thought about Anakin combining the jar of jelly with a can of tomato soup.

Anakin absentmindedly grabbed a box of cheese crackers and started to snack on them, "Well, what are you going to make then?"

"Why don't we just split a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with some crackers if you can stop yourself from eating them all," Obi-Wan said pointedly.

Anakin put his hands up defensively as he put the box back on the counter. "Fair enough."

Obi-Wan set about making the sandwich as he watched Anakin flit around the kitchen. Reverently, his younger brother took a picture off the fridge, smiling as he went to a far off place.

"Do you remember this?" he asked softly.

Obi-Wan came over to look at the photo. It was the three of them at the planetarium. "I remember you were mad that they made you sit in a booster seat."

"I wasn't short!" Anakin said defensively.

"You were ten. Your feet didn't even touch the ground," he smiled, remembering how Anakin had thrown a fit. His brow furrowed. "That was right after you were adopted."

Anakin smiled sadly, "Mom was in an abusive relationship that she couldn't leave. This was the best option for all involved, regardless of how hard the adjustment was."

Obi-Wan placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, "I know I resented you a bit at first. I felt like you would take all of dad's attention away from me, but now I don't know what I'd do without you."

Anakin placed his hand over his. "That makes two of us."

Obi-Wan patted him and went to cut the sandwich in half and placed the pieces on plates for them to eat at the table.

"So, what room should we tackle next?" Anakin asked as he pulled the crusts off the bread..

"You could tackle your room in case you have any photos in there you want to use for the display," Obi-Wan replied as he took a bite of his sandwich.

Anakin nodded, tossing a handful of crackers in his mouth.

The two of them finished their lunch and went their separate ways. Obi-Wan watched as his brother disappeared into his childhood bedroom. Instead of going to his own room, Obi-Wan decided to walk down the hall. On the walls were the best moments of his and Anakin's lives. A smile grew on his face as he remembered how Qui-Gon called it the "Hall of Fame." There were photos from his history day competitions, Anakin's car racing, his undergraduate graduation, and so many more memories.

"Catch!" Anakin grinned as he chuckled a ball at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan jumped at the sudden movement and missed the ball. The ball bounced on the ground and rolled into the open door at the end of the hall. Qui-Gon's room. The two of them walked towards the doorway and looked at where the ball was rolling towards underneath his bed.

"It feels wrong to go through his things," Anakin murmured as he rested his hand on the doorway.

"We'll get it later," Obi-Wan replied. "Let's order some real dinner. I don't know about you, but that half of a sandwich did nothing for me."

"Could we make a fort in the living room to eat in?" Anakin asked with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Sure," he chuckled. "I'll order us a pizza. You handle the cushions."

Anakin saluted him and went towards the living room. "Yes, General Kenobi."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone to order a pizza. When he was done, he wandered out into the living room to find Anakin in a pile of cushions.

"I think we need more blankets," Anakin said as a pillow collapsed on him. Then he called out from the fort, "For structural integrity!"

"I'll see what I can find," Obi-Wan smirked as he went off to the linen closet. He pulled out a pile of blankets, noticing a piece of paper flutter to the ground. After placing the blankets on the floor, he picked it up and slipped it into his pocket.