While Kenobi and Qui-Gon were trying to get control of the ship, Obi-Wan and Anakin were panicking, and clutching each other.

"If I die," Anakin said, looking at Obi-Wan, "I would have tried to stay. I would have left the Jedi order entirely if it meant being with you."

Obi-Wan kissed him hard, all of his emotions pouring out into the Force. I'm in love with Anakin Skywalker. It said. And I don't give a fuck anymore. It said. Because I just want to be with him. It said. Forever. It said.

The ship was crashing down, gaining speed as it plummeted to Coruscant.

Anakin was sure that this was going to be how he died. Ironic, he decided, that he was going to die in a ship crash, when he felt his life truly began that day that he won the speeder race.

But somehow, as he kissed Obi-Wan, he wasn't afraid. Obi-Wan, in the few days that he knew him, had become his rock. He could trust him with his life. And now he was.