this is set right after the second bit of chapter 11
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Brows furrowed upon not hearing his former master sermon him for making threats in front of a youngling, Anakin tried to tame his worry, with Krolia still in their company he would have to wait before asking his partner for details.
Obi-Wan insisted they walked her back home and despite the obvious fatigue weighing down on the Jedi, Anakin didn't have it in him to deny his lover the peace of mind of knowing she would get home safely, especially not when he felt the same way.
Yet he could sense something felt off with his partner. His refusal to let Krolia go home on her own almost felt like a pretext to delay the conversation they both knew would happen as soon as the youngling reunited with the safety of her home.
Bidding their goodbye to the brave little girl in the shadows of her street lifted a good amount of stress from both their shoulders, an amount Anakin clearly underestimated seeing how Obi-Wan almost collapsed the moment they were sure to be out of sight.
Catching his lover, Anakin then kept a firm grip on him, only resisting the urge to carry him to avoid attracting too much attention.
"You didn't have to hide it, she's the one who found you, she knew you were hurt," he lectured, grumbling as he tried his best to contain his growing concern.
His efforts dissolved the second he met his partner's gaze. For the first time since their reunion and only for a split second, he saw the weariness in Obi-Wan's eyes.
"Tell me what happened," he demanded as he wrapped his metallic arm around the Jedi's waist to support him.
"Not here, Anakin," said the copper-haired man, voice so devoid of its usual fervor it almost sounded foreign.
Jaw clenched with frustration, the taller Jedi granted his partner's wish and didn't ask for more despite the burning will to know searing through his body and mind.