Anakin’s eyebrows rose a little in surprise. “I was joking. I didn’t think you’d actually go for it.” He grabbed ahold of Padmé’s arm for support and accepted his fate with the pants.
“And you’re supposed to love me; that’s what you’re supposed to do with me.”
He waited for the nurse to situate the IV drip for mobile applications – but it was an impatient kind of waiting, because since he’d woken up the most walking he’d done was between his bed and the toilet. And using the bathroom shouldn’t be the highlight of his day.
But with the IV read to move, and pants now on concealing his behind from the elements and on looking strangers, he was more than ready to start the slow walk out of the hospital room.