Padme/Anakin
Anakin intended to return all of what Padmé was doing in kind. And he would follow through on his intentions… if he could avoid distractions. That would be where his downfall lay when the time came, as it usually did with most everything else. The coming months were going to be challenging, without adding his new serious head trauma to the mix.
He slow, painfully slowly, pushed to his feet. It was an interesting how his desire to move didn’t match up with his abilities. He didn’t like it.
“You know,” he offered as he tried to find balance. “We could just not do the pants. My butt is cute, people can look at it. I don’t mind.” There were pluses to the design of hospital gowns, modesty wasn't one of them.
He finished by flashing a smile at Padmé. "It'd be breezy, though."