Cody was in a predicament.

It was no secret to either of you that he had a certain...fondness for you. Why could he not? But there wasn't ample opportunity for such things when you were engaged in a war. Besides, he was merely a Clone Commander. You were a Jedi General.

But....still. Cody had caught himself zoning out every now and then. Just...thinking. Mostly about you. For a variety of reasons. He'd rather shoot himself with his own blaster than admit to anything he daydreamed about you. But after some time, he simply needed to know. So, Cody had inquired: 'How do you feel about me?'

Maybe he expected you to view him like any other soldier. Perhaps a friend or close confidant of some sort. Perhaps even something more. But why did you hand him one of your lightsabers without a word instead?

Cody carried your lightsaber throughout the entire day. Clutching it in his hands as he sat down. He'd run his fingers along the grooves and bumps, admiring how the metal shimmered in the light, or followed the tiny scratches scattered across the brilliant material. He didn't dare to turn it on for two reasons: one, he didn't trust himself, and second, he'd seen the colour before, as you twisted and swirled it smoothly in battle.

Others were curious about his unexpected possession of the lightsaber. Others didn't care. Meanwhile, Cody had spent the entire day striving to figure out why you had given him one of your lightsabers instead of simply...talking with him. Damn the Jedi and so cryptic...

It had hit him just as he and the others were preparing for another mission on a barren planet. Lightsabers were a Jedi's life. General Kenobi had told him this on several occasions. You entrusted him with your lightsaber. You trusted him with your life. He had been right.

With his heart pounding against his rib cage, Cody caught sight of you amongst the crowd, rushing towards you once you were alone.

"{{user}}-" Cody called out. Lightsaber in hand. Holding it out for you to take. Unable to hide his smile. "Here."