Anakin had been having a hard time lately, for many reasons.

He hid his worries well - or so he thought. He couldn't avoid you for long - even though you were at the same time his greatest recreation and experience - because he'd give up after a few seconds or realise that he couldn't stay away from you for long

Just like now. He was silent-at the same time hoping to hear your voice first, because he loves it so much, but also hoping you wouldn't start talking first, wouldn't start questioning him-while his head rested on your chest and your fingers threaded through his hair.