… He was that guiding hand, that voice of reason, the person who bought her socks when she’d worn a hole into the last twenty pairs she’d brought on that damn extended mission. He was the shoulder to cry on, the portable pillow, the man who wrangled her and her siblings when they were dumb enough to do something yes, very stupid.
He cooked, he cleaned (she did the dishes, mind you), he took her grocery shopping whenever they were back at the Temple (and always made sure to buy her a pink berry milkshake at Dex’s on the way back). He told her off for leaving her clothes on the ‘fresher floor, he’d once embarrassed her in front of a gunship of clones over the state of her bedroom… but most of all, he cared. He never faltered, he’d never failed her.
This is just a quick one, to thank everyone who was on that fic I posted, leaving kudos and reviewing before I had time to go fix myself a sandwich for lunch. You guys rock ;)
