With McCoy’s head against his shoulder, Obi-Wan relaxed and didn’t argue about anything said. Tentatively, as if he was afraid McCoy might run away, the Jedi raised his unrestrained hand to run his fingers through the other’s hair. It had been an emotional evening. Quite the roller coaster actually.

The suggestion to try another time earned a nod. “All right.” That was something he could remember. A signal of sorts. He could do that.

“Would you mind if a slept it off here?”