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Rex was startled out of his thoughts by the feeling of something warm touching his upper lip and he instinctively swiped at his face, his fingers colliding with his bucket instead. He threw a look around and pulled off his helmet. Touching his lip, his gloves came away wet, and he shifted his hand into the beam of his spotlight to get a better look. It was blood, he realized with a frown, the fabric of his gloves stained red.

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Clones were bred to live in close quarters, to be close.  Halo wasn’t as proverbially in each other’s pockets as some units were (notably, the 501st, while deployed, slept almost exclusively in piles of vode), but they were still far closer, touchier, than a normal group of natborn humans would be.  

Or, Yara wakes up to Nuts being a good brother.

Chapter 3 of And There Will be Sorrow no More is up!
Written by @itsstrangelypermanent

I was talking with @anstarwar about what actually happened to Kio’s lek (it’s part cybernetic) and how Nova would have reacted to it. Which in turn spawned this little snippet.

I kinda operated on the HC that Togruta lekku are not hollow (unlike their montrals) but are basically made up of nerves and fat, so they’ll have some weight to them. Loosing one side thus impacts Kio’s balance, who has to learn to adjust to it until they replace it with a cybernetic end. Anyway, have some Nova and Kio fluff ^^

Nova is hesitant when he approaches the small lump laying in the middle of the medical cot. The Jedi Healer hasn’t told him much about Kio’s injury besides a short - he’ll be fine - which has done nothing to ease his worry, but he can’t really blame her. So far he hasn’t passed a single empty bed yet. The war is clearly taking a heavy toll on all of them, Jedi and clone alike.

“Hey, kid.” Nova says to the lump on the bed, “I was worried about you.”

Kio is lying with his back towards him, the sheets pulled up high around his shoulders, but he gives no reaction. He knows the kid is awake, the Healer told him as much. So he carefully sits down on the edge of the cot.

“They told me you had a training accident.”

This time Kio does react. A barely visible shift of his shoulders and a soft sniffle that threatens to break his heart.

“They said you’ll be okay.” Nova continues softly. He knows he’s doing a pretty awful job of keeping the worry out of his voice, but he doesn’t really care. He reaches out and lays a hand on Kio’s shoulder, feeling a shiver go through the kid’s body. 

“Are you still angry at me?” he asks, lowering his tone. “You know I don’t like leaving you behind either, but…this last mission just wasn’t safe for you.”

For all the emotional hurt it had caused Kio, Nova was glad he hadn’t taken the kid along this time. Their last mission had been rough. They had seen things that no child should ever have to see. That none of them should have seen.

Kio shifts under his hand and mumbles something unintelligible under his breath. Nova gives him a little squeeze in response.

“What?”

“Mnot angry at you anymore.” Kio repeats, a little louder this time. His voice sounds rough, like he’s been crying. Nova’s heart clenches in his chest at the sound.

“That’s-That’s good.” he replies, then gives his shoulder another squeeze. “Is it okay if I sit with you for a bit?”

Kio gives no audible reaction, but nods slowly. Then he shifts one arm above the blankets and leaves his hand laying atop it. A clear invitation. Nova takes it, and envelops the kid’s hand in his own, relieved that their argument seems to have been forgotten at least. They sit in silence for a while, neither of them saying anything.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Nova tells him eventually, rubbing small circles into Kio’s hand with his thumb, “We’ve all had our fair share of injuries. We won’t treat you any less because of it.”

That finally seems to do the trick. 

Kio sniffles again, but slowly turns over, sitting himself up against the pillows on the cot. With a sharp intake of breath, Nova sees that part of his left lek, from below his chin is missing. The stump is bandaged tightly, the shine of bacta peeking from under the wrappings. Kio refuses to look at him and Nova can only imagine how painful it must have been for him. He looks awful, bags under his eyes and his normal vibrant skin tone a much duller red.

“I’m sorry, kid.” Nova whispers, and almost falls backwards off the cot when Kio suddenly flings himself in his arms. He returns the hug, tightening his arms around the Padawan’s bony shoulders. Kio is crying now, and he feels the fabric of his dress grays grow damp, but he can’t care less about it. He gently rubs Kio’s back lek as the kid heaves into his shoulder, all the pressure of the last days bleeding out of him. 

Eventually Kio quiets and Nova loosens his grip a little, content to just sit there and hold him. Kio doesn’t let go of him yet, and he barely catches the words whispered into his neck.

“I’m useless now…” 

Immediately Nova pulls back.

“What?” he says, grabbing the kid by his chin and forcing him to look at him,  “No, don’t be ridiculous. Of course you’re not.”

Kio pulls away, looking off to the side as he grumbles a low, “I can’t even walk in a straight line.”

“Good.” Nova deadpans, “Makes it harder for blaster fire to hit you.”

Kio looks at him with wide eyes, before his eyebrow markings draw together in a frown.

“That’s not funny.”

Nova keeps his eyes locked on the kid’s, his expression a mix between serious and joking.

“It’s a little funny.” he insists.

Kio looks away first, a small snort escaping him and Nova knows he has him. He doesn’t, however, see the pillow aimed at his face coming. He lets out a yelp of surprise, then tosses the pillow back, though halfheartedly, simply happy that the kid already looks a little better.

“No, it’s not.” Kio repeats, but he’s grinning now and Nova can’t help but smile at him in return. They will adapt. They always do. He tells the kid as much.

“You’ll be okay, Kio, I promise.” he says, drawing the kid in for another hug, “We don’t leave our own behind, remember? And I’m sure we can get Yara to come up with something for your balance.”

Kio sighs into his shoulder, but it isn’t as heavy as before.

“You think so?” he whispers.

“Have you seen his latest invention?” Nova replies, smiling when he feels Kio chuckle, “I swear he’ll get the mousedroids to start a rebellion soon. Making a prosthetic for you should be child’s play.”