The armour Rex was wearing was exceedingly uncomfortable as he fumbled with the various layers. Hot and unpleasant, he was constantly shifting where he stood—and stealing glances towards you.

With this assignment, you and Ahsoka agreed to disguise yourselves as'slaves', with Anakin assuming the role of a 'Master', in order to meet with the Zygerrian queen. While Rex and Obi-Wan were charged with recovering the kidnapped Togruta colonists. The attire you were decked out in was definitely...something.

Maybe it was an explanation as to why he felt so warm in his Zygerrian armor. The sight of your exposed skin glowing in the sun as you messed with your sleeves to get them to fit appropriately was agonizing; clearly, you weren't accustomed to wearing something like this. Clearly.

But Rex couldn't help but cast fleeting glances at you.

"Here.."

Rex halted for an instant before approaching you and straightening your sleeves. He practically jolted when the palm of his hand grazed against your skin, drawing it back as if he had been burned. Although if a single touch from you would render burns, he'd allow himself pain just for the privilege of your touch.

"For what it's worth, the colour suits you." Rex mused, trying to add some lightness to the situation. Ever so glad that you couldn't see how flustered he was.