Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
Obi-Wan's head fell under the weight of the moment's heaviness. He scratched the back of his neck and failed to smile back. Why couldn't they ever be serious at the same time, beyond the ring?
Lately, his dreams had gifted him with stronger intuition. He couldn't read Loras's mind and he didn't want to, but he could sense his friend's fears like they were part of his own. He tried to block the thoughts, feeling like he was intruding, even if he wasn't. There were plenty of things about himself that he'd rather no one know--things that were objectively worse by many standards.
Obi realized that it was probably a very appropriate moment to completely put his own tactile hang-ups aside and embrace his friend without hesitation--just to prove that he'd meant everything he'd said. It was fine. It was okay. He didn't give a damn.
He wanted Loras to know that he was wanted, and loved, because Obi knew it was what he would want, if their roles were reversed. But, at the same time, throwing his arms around him seemed too risky. Obi feared Loras would feel he was taking advantage of him, or worse, making a joke.