“Don’t let Padmé hear you say any such thing.” He returned Obi-Wan’s smile. As fair and impartial as Padmé liked to think she was – and granted, that assumption was founded on a very impressive track record in the Senate – when it came to competitions with Anakin she was hardly just. There was only room for one ego-sized head in that relationship.
“And I told you already,” Anakin said, “It’s only by default. Because you dived out of airlock in low orbit.”
He squeezed Obi-Wan’s arm, but didn’t let go. There was moment there, when Obi-Wan started, that Anakin thought that this might have been pushing too hard at well-established Jedi boundaries. Old habits were hard to break, and Anakin wanted to comfort his friend, not aggravate him more. But Obi-Wan didn’t move Anakin’s hand; instead he covered it with his own. And so long as Obi-Wan’s hand remained gripping Anakin’s the younger Jedi wouldn’t remove his hand.
“What’s truly going to frighten you is when you realize, since it’s clear we’ve switched places, what large impulsive, bombastic shoes you now have to fill. I made it appear easy, all that carefree jumping from hovercrafts, ignoring everyone telling me ‘no’, but it’s harder than it looks.”