Obi-Wan Kenobi woke up with a sense of being pinned to reasonably soft surface. He woken up on less comfortably soft surfaces and this really was a nice change and he needed to get his mind to circle back to the part where he was being pinned down because that had to have some importance, didn't it? Of course what was pinning down him was warm, breathing, and not quite so soft as what he was pinned down on, but still a welcome change. It was also softly snoring.
Ah, yes, Jango.
This was definitely the sort of complication Obi-Wan had been trying to teach Anakin to avoid. There was really was nothing for it. He would have to leave the Order. Obi-Wan knew enough of Mandalorian culture (oh Satine, some corner of his heart would always love Satine) to know how dogged Jango would be about family, especially given that Boba had already practically adopted Obi-Wan as a second father. Obi-Wan doubted he could resist the double-powered puppy-dog stare of both sets of deep brown eyes anyway. He wasn't about to be the one who set those two loose in the Temple.
And, yes, for all that Jango embraced being a warrior, Obi-Wan felt a certain serene peace within himself in admitting he was fallen lightsaber over boots in love with the irritating man. It helped that Jango had decided, somewhere between teaching Obi-Wan how to cook rollerfish and an intense discussion (shouting match) about the Jedi needing to open their eyes, that maybe the best revenge was being happy.
Since a large scale war tended to get in the way of happiness, Jango was clearly plotting something. Obi-Wan hadn't wormed who exactly had hired him yet, but he had overheard a conversation Jango had with the Kaminoans, something about immediately halting the accelerated aging of the clones (Obi-Wan approved) and a puzzled exchange about bio-chips which Jango very decisively lied through his teeth about; he said Jedi Master Kenobi ordered them to be removed, carefully. Obi-Wan had sensed that Jango had been a bit blindsided about the chips and they perhaps had been the deciding factor for Jango. Deciding what exactly Obi-Wan hadn't found out, but Jango's arguments had been particularly skewed towards free will after that.
He glanced at the wall-chrono and winced. For all that Jango let Boba roam free on Kamino, the boy did need to eat regularly. Obi-Wan shook Jango.
And was rewarded with a muffled snort and Jango snuggling down harder.
Obi-Wan shook Jango again and said loudly.
"I think Boba's hungry."
That woke him up.
"What? Boba?" Jango surged up, looking around.
"Yes, I think we should find Boba and make him something to eat," Obi-Wan smirked just a little at Jango's owlish blinking.
Jango slumped back down, whumphing the air out of Obi-Wan.
"Boba'll probably eat on Slave I," Jango groused, "he's a smart boy," there was the quick affectionate smile that always appeared when Jango spoke of his son.
"Jango."
"All right, all right," Jango muttered, getting up and giving Obi-Wan a good view of what he was now reconsidering; perhaps it wouldn't hurt Boba to eat on Slave I. Alas, Jango moved too fast and was getting dressed, covering up tantalizing tattooed skin, "hmm, Boba must have taken your robes to be laundered; here."
Obi-Wan took the bundle of Jango's clothes to wear. His shirts fit well. His trousers tended to be a bit short, but Obi-Wan's boots hid that.
Obi-Wan's stomach sank as he saw the two new starships on the landing pad. He could tell immediately one was Mace's personal, custom, purpler than almost anything else in the Galaxy Delta-7. He was denying the other was a sleek silver nabuian craft. That would mean Anakin was on Kamino. Explaining to Mace how and why he had fallen in love with the man paid to assassinate Senator Amidala was going to be interesting enough, he didn't think he could handle the hurt that Anakin would radiate.
"Well, he's not in your Delta-7," Jango announced, trudging back through the rain, "I should have checked on Slave I from the apartment," he grumbled, "whose ship is that?"
"The Senator you were hired to..." he trailed off uncomfortably.
"You're going to have to get over that, love," Jango said, "I am who I am; I'm willing to change, but you have to accept who I am now."
Kenobi chuckled as Jango settled the odd shaped rain hat on his head.
"Yes, of course. It's Senator Amidala's craft, and if she's here, so is my padawan," Obi-Wan said, "he's going to be upset."
"Then I suggest we check on Slave I first."
The looks Obi-Wan and Jango got when they entered Slave I's tiny crew quarters would have frozen lava. Boba and Mace were both seated on the floor, with two small portable cooking burners between them, as well as a large bowl of Alderaanian marshmallows, Corellian sweet crackers and flat bars of chocolate. Mugs of hot chocolate were also present. They had interrupted a serious discussion of the merits of the literary detective Macha Bindu and his good friend and partner Dr. Ormond Sacker, as well various holo-media interpretations there of.
Jango was the first to move, sitting down next to his son.
"Might as well get this bit over with, love," he motioned to Obi-Wan to sit.
"That's all well and good," Obi-Wan grumbled under his breath, "you're sitting next to your son."
But he settled in next to Mace nonetheless. The four of them made for a tight fit.
Mace, looking sideways at Obi-Wan the entire time, speared a marshmallow with a long thin fork and held it over the heat of the burner.
"So, philosophical discussions?" he finally intoned causing Obi-Wan to jump.
"It seemed like an ideal alternative at the time," Obi-Wan said weakly.
Boba giggled and Jango couldn't help but try to hide a snort of laughter, but still he couldn't let his almost spouse (everything done but the oath) have to answer for a solution Jango had thought up.
"It was my idea," Jango said, stealing a sip from his son's hot chocolate, earning him a small thump from Boba, butting his shoulder against Jango's arm, "I suggested we talk it out. You should give Obi-Wan credit, his silver tongue's probably spared the Jedi a lot of pain and heartache."
Mace slid the now perfectly toasted marshmallow off the fork onto a sweet cracker and topped it with a bit of chocolate and another cracker. He took a bite and chewed slowly, savoring the sweetness.
Boba rested his head against Jango's shoulder, shuffling a bit when Jango wrapped an arm around him.
"You, both, do still have to come before the Jedi Council," Mace said, making another s'more and handing it to Obi-Wan, "the clone army did not just conjure itself up out of the Force, and there is still the matter who hired you to assassinate Senator Amidala."
"The Trade Federation," Jango answered with a shrug.
"We guessed that," Mace let an almost smile cross his face, "but the Trade Federation's leadership," he paused, searching for diplomatic words, "leads less than it is lead."
Jango returned the almost smile.
"You Jedi need to keep better track of members who leave your Order."
Mace tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, which Jango mirrored as Obi-Wan and Boba watched in fascination. The silent conversation went on for a few more seconds when Slave I's intruder alarm blared to life causing them all to jump.
