Such a strange sort of rift, to lie between them even in this. Of course there's more to life than being a soldier--that would be Obi-Wan's own kneejerk insistence, should such a topic ever somehow arise. But then the second thoughts, the fact of the matter that Cody is still a clone, all of whom had been meant for battle since whatever day it was that DNA sample had been taken from Jango Fett. No, perhaps it's better this way--that they can work together with mutual comfort, and camaraderie, without all of the verbal strings necessarily attached. Obi-Wan wouldn't have been able to guess the importance of his own friendship to the Commander anyhow, given as freely and easily enough as it is--just as he tends to be unaware in general about a lot of the ways other people see him. As if he's something more than the next Jedi trying to bring a faster end to this war.
The war is still due to stretch for a long while yet, of course, either way. And then there's the here, and the now, and the two of them kneeling muddied and injured on the mountainside of some half-forgotten planet on the verge of the Outer Rim territories, a mine in recent memory and droids very probably on the way.
Another bad day, that's all.
Cody's automatic reach for his gun garners no reaction from Obi-Wan, maybe even a tiny twinge of relief somewhere in the back of his head to see that Cody's at least alert enough to still be ready for anything and everything. But carefully calm features do visibly slip for a moment, in favor of a half-exasperated smile, when Cody makes that remark and then starts attempting to pull himself upright.
"Well, what sort of commanding officers would we be if we weren't a matching set? Goodness knows we couldn't have that--" The hand on Cody's shoulder tightens a bit on the armor, then shifts to his back, something of a reprimand. "--and that leg doesn't seem like it's in much condition for anything involving standing, either. Since we're being honest, here."
A twinge, somewhere on the edge of the Force, a familiar sort of warning--Obi-Wan pauses, and casts a glance back over his shoulder--the heavy rain makes visibility difficult, but if the Force and experience is anything to go by? Well, it'd be about time for those droids to be arriving now, yes. He turns to Cody again, getting a proper frowning look at that leg. "--I'll make do with whatever fight we need rest assured, my friend. Better Masters than I have headed greater fights with much less than just an arm. ...But some cover wouldn't be such a bad idea either, it's true."
He has a habit of talking even more, the increasingly dire a situation becomes--or so Anakin would make no hesitation to claim, and probably jibe about, if he were here. Cody is doubtless more than used to it as well, by now. And so Obi-Wan doesn't think much of it, as he plots his way carefully through his musings, settling closer beside Cody and reaching over for Cody's other shoulder with his good arm instead. The both of them standing would be a good start... "Here--are your arms well? Try getting one around my shoulders here, I'll help you up--"
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The war is still due to stretch for a long while yet, of course, either way. And then there's the here, and the now, and the two of them kneeling muddied and injured on the mountainside of some half-forgotten planet on the verge of the Outer Rim territories, a mine in recent memory and droids very probably on the way.
Another bad day, that's all.
Cody's automatic reach for his gun garners no reaction from Obi-Wan, maybe even a tiny twinge of relief somewhere in the back of his head to see that Cody's at least alert enough to still be ready for anything and everything. But carefully calm features do visibly slip for a moment, in favor of a half-exasperated smile, when Cody makes that remark and then starts attempting to pull himself upright.
"Well, what sort of commanding officers would we be if we weren't a matching set? Goodness knows we couldn't have that--" The hand on Cody's shoulder tightens a bit on the armor, then shifts to his back, something of a reprimand. "--and that leg doesn't seem like it's in much condition for anything involving standing, either. Since we're being honest, here."
A twinge, somewhere on the edge of the Force, a familiar sort of warning--Obi-Wan pauses, and casts a glance back over his shoulder--the heavy rain makes visibility difficult, but if the Force and experience is anything to go by? Well, it'd be about time for those droids to be arriving now, yes. He turns to Cody again, getting a proper frowning look at that leg. "--I'll make do with whatever fight we need rest assured, my friend. Better Masters than I have headed greater fights with much less than just an arm. ...But some cover wouldn't be such a bad idea either, it's true."
He has a habit of talking even more, the increasingly dire a situation becomes--or so Anakin would make no hesitation to claim, and probably jibe about, if he were here. Cody is doubtless more than used to it as well, by now. And so Obi-Wan doesn't think much of it, as he plots his way carefully through his musings, settling closer beside Cody and reaching over for Cody's other shoulder with his good arm instead. The both of them standing would be a good start... "Here--are your arms well? Try getting one around my shoulders here, I'll help you up--"