Since his hand was right there, McCoy rested it against Obi-Wan's nape when he went quiet, fingers in the man's hair. He held Obi-Wan's gaze in the mirror, worry in his own eyes.

"Hey. I'm here. If ya need an ear." McCoy didn't know what the problem was, but he cared enough to try and help. The man might confuse him sometimes, and he might not agree with everything that Jedi code stuff said, but he cared. Obi-Wan just seemed so sad . . . He snorted and stepped back, letting his hand fall away.

"Does he now? Sounds like Rhys. He's gotten me ta agree ta a photoshoot. Still can't figure out why though. I mean, who'd wanna see me in pictures?"