[He didn't want to assume anything based on their past experiences. Or end up crowding Obi-Wan's space, like some well-meaning hiker stopping to cuddle a fawn nestled alone in the bushes. A sweet gesture from their point of view, yes. At the same time, they're also usually stressing the poor thing out for their own gratification.
But Obi-Wan smiles. And Vyng aches for him.
So he takes a seat and rests his hand between them, palm facing upward. His fingers are loosely curled, a wordless invitation.]
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But Obi-Wan smiles. And Vyng aches for him.
So he takes a seat and rests his hand between them, palm facing upward. His fingers are loosely curled, a wordless invitation.]