the mandalorian knew he had issues with overprotectiveness.

perhaps it stemmed from his childhood, from his parents’ murder at the hands of the droids on aq ventina. perhaps it was simply the values of a mandalorian, that he was raised to take in abandoned children.

either way, he had already become too protective of the child. how could he not, when he was all the kid had?

it was certainly an issue with you.

he wasn’t sure when it had started. maybe when you had saved him during your first bounty hunt together. or maybe it was the fact that the kid seemed to adore you.

at some point, he had become overly protective of you, and had vowed to not let danger befall you.

it was why he currently led the way through the halls of a building said to house empire separatists, despite the fact that you could handle yourself.

“it is too quiet.”

his voice filtered through the helmet he’d sworn to never take off as he surveyed the hallway, blaster raised.