the morning after
a couple people were interested in seeing the morning after True Facts of Truth, so...here she is! enjoy <3
It was grueling, but Obi-Wan had gotten himself out of bed, had taken a shower and gotten himself dressed. It was incredibly taxing, but he sat himself at the dining table, sipping coffee - coffee, for crying out loud - while Anakin prepared their breakfast.
Spending time with his husband was never - well, maybe not never, but it was rarely taxing in itself. He loved his husband, he really did. But he was not very fond of the way the light coming in through the windows and the sounds of Anakin making food made his brain wince in agony, nor the way his stomach rolled at every movement.
He heard a small laugh from his left, but couldn’t bring himself to lift his head out of his hands. It was the only pleasant thing he could experience in that moment: the darkness from pressing his eyes into his palms.
“Breakfast is ready,” Anakin said softly, sweetly.
“Mpf,” Obi-Wan groaned, trying not to gag at the smell of the food placed before him. He didn’t want to hurt Anakin’s feelings; Anakin was a wonderful cook, especially compared to Obi-Wan. It was just that his stomach threatened mutiny if he so much as thought about bombarding it with food.
“Come on, babe, you really should eat,” Anakin tried, his amusement palpable. Obi-Wan didn’t see what was so amusing about his misery, but it wasn’t like he was going to do anything about it right now.
“I know, I will,” he lied. He did manage, however, to force his head out of his hands when he heard Anakin place a glass of water in front of him. He was so thirsty…
“Thank you,” he murmured, taking long sips and closing his eyes against the onslaught of minimal, natural light. I’m never drinking again… he thought to himself.
“Of course,” Anakin responded, turning to clean up the few dishes he used to make breakfast. “But you do really need to eat - your butthole bread is going to get cold.”
A searing pain pierced Obi-Wan’s head as he sit water out and snapped his eyes open, sputtering and sitting up to dab at his shirt. “My what?” he asked in absolute horror, looking down at the plate; all he saw was a bagel with cream cheese on it, plus a side of fruit.
He could hear the smirk in Anakin’s voice. “Oh, are you not familiar with Old English?” Obi-Wan was about to ask ‘What, are you?’ when his husband added, “And, I mean, it’s not like you’ve never eaten-”
“What,” he promptly cut him off, despite how much it physically hurt him, “are you talking about?”
Anakin turned around and shrugged before pressing a light kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple, still smiling as he ominously said, “Nothing you don’t already know.”
Obi-Wan was trying, he truly was, to grade his students’ responses to the week’s readings, but the room was spinning and his mind was wandering to thoughts of sleep and it made it impossible to retain anything he was reading. He honestly was just looking at words on paper.
He set the papers down and sighed, giving up on the prospect entirely and accepting the annoyed groans he’d get from his students on Monday, but he decided it was worth it if it meant he could get back in his pajamas and go back to bed.
As he organized his desk with a lack of care, Anakin poked his head into his office. “How’s it going?” he asked.
“Swimmingly,” Obi-Wan sighed. “I’m calling it a day.”
“Oh! You know what swims? Sharks,” Anakin said with a smile, moving to stand completely in the doorway. Obi-Wan halted his movements, looking up slowly at Anakin with a cocked eyebrow.
“Yes…indeed they do,” he said slowly, suspiciously.
“Never high up, though,” Anakin said, smile falling so he could shake his head seriously. Obi-Wan could tell he was being funny, mocking even, but he was clearly missing the punchline.
“Ah, yes, never…never high up,” he agreed, “because…oceans are down at…sea level…” he tried.
Anakin snickered and shook his head. “Good one, honey,” he said, continuing to laugh as he left Obi-Wan in his office.
What, Obi-Wan asked himself, just happened?
Obi-Wan felt like he was losing his poor, aching mind as the day went on. His husband kept saying utter nonsense as if it was common knowledge between the two of them.
They had been on the couch, Obi-Wan resting his head on Anakin’s lap so his husband could soothingly run his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair. They were watching some show about the manufacturing of cars, though Obi-Wan wasn’t watching, seeing as his eyes were shut as he went in and out of sleep.
He awoke, however, when Anakin muttered, “It’s a good thing he narrowed it down to four wheels. Six hundred is ridiculous.” Obi-Wan thought that statement was ridiculous, but he decided sleep was more appealing than asking Anakin what the fuck it had meant.
Then, when Anakin was making him a sandwich and forcing him to eat said sandwich, he cocked his head and said, “I wonder what the percentage of men who are aware they’ve enjoyed a sandwich is.” Obi-Wan paused mid-bite to stare quizzically and his husband, but Anakin simply shrugged and went about doing the dishes.
Probably a hundred percent of men who have enjoyed a sandwich knew they did, right? But maybe not consciously… Obi-Wan shook his head to stop the absurd line of thought and managed another bite.
And then when Obi-Wan was back to laying down on the couch, and Anakin was at their coffee table working on his computer, he hummed thoughtfully. “You were right, Obi-Wan,” he said.
“Of course I was,” Obi-Wan murmured, cracking one eye open. “About what?”
“Benjamin Franklin,” Anakin stated, eyes still on his computer. Obi-Wan couldn’t see the screen, but he could see Anakin, who looked like he was sorry for whatever - or whoever, Obi-Wan supposed - he was looking at.
Obi-Wan frowned. He probably had mentioned Benjamin Franklin at some point, being a History professor and all, but he couldn’t pinpoint anything recent or anything that would’ve been memorable to Anakin. “What about him?”
“That he’s ugly,” Anakin said, shaking his head with pity.
Obi-Wan opened both of his eyes and frowned, lifting himself onto his elbow. It was less painful now, what with the water and pain medicine that was in his system, but it still wasn’t easy or pleasurable. “When would I have ever said that Benjamin Franklin is ugly?” To Obi-Wan, he was rather unattractive, but he couldn’t remember any time it came up in conversation.
Anakin looked up, now looking at Obi-Wan with pity and Obi-Wan didn’t like it one bit. “Oh, babe, I’m really glad you had a fun time with your coworkers last night.”
For a moment, Obi-Wan simply blinked at Anakin, and then gracelessly fell back onto the couch, pressing his face into his hands. “Fucking hell,” he groaned. “All the crazy shit you’ve been saying today was crazy shit I said last night?”
He could hear Anakin’s smile, his unbridled joy. His terrible, terrible husband. “Don’t be embarrassed, Obi-Wan,” Anakin cooed, moving to sit on the floor right next to Obi-Wan. “I’m sure it all really did come from studies - maybe ones written up on a typewriter by fun little cats.”
“I’m never drinking again,” Obi-Wan swore into his palms. Although, if his drunken lunacy made his husband laugh and smile as much as he did today, as much as he was right now…maybe he was being a bit rash in his renunciation.