Depression

“Depression”

Obi-Wan has gotten used to Anakin’s presence on his sofa. All entreaties that his friend see the Healers - or even that he get up and shower - have been met with either silence or flat denial. It’s strange, Obi-Wan thinks, to see Anakin slow down. He’d often wished that Anakin would slow down his frantic pace, but this is not what he’d meant. 

“Please, Anakin,” he says for what feels like the hundredth time. 

“Leave me alone,” Anakin replies softly. “Let me sleep.”

Obi-Wan sighs. “I’ll get you something to eat.” It’s the least he can do, and right now it feels like the most he can do.