A/N: Uh, hi! Remember me? This is probably off, I'm suffering from insomnia and it's rather late.
Disclaimer: I didn't own it then, and I don't own it now.
It was another typical, quiet moment between battles, suicide missions, and the general life of the war.
These were moments Ahsoka Tano savored the most. Competitions between herself and Skyguy, throwing Rex off a wall were all fun and games, (well, maybe not the last part,) but it was the quiet times she found most memorable.
Her captain (well, not her captain, Anakin's) stood at ease, watching her in the strange way that all clones did, with a mixture of protectiveness and mild curiosity tempered with a full awareness.
She shifted her seat on a crate and motioned for him to sit next to her. He did so, fully knowing what was happening now.
It was their real debriefing time, not official. Rex would tell her who had died, she would tell him who had made it out of the medbay alive.
This time though, she started out differently.
He grinned. "I thought I told you not to call me that."
She ignored his comment. "Remember that time, back on that ship…"
"No." there had been too many ships, too many times to remember.
"When I," she was silent for a second. "Tried to grab your hand?"
He smiled and nodded. "Like yesterday."
"Aren't you glad you didn't?"
He grinned again. "Yes."
She leaned against him casually. "It would have been rather awkward after the initial 'I am so stressed that he died and there are Jedi that can get attached and all that.' You probably would have thought I was sweet on someone and I was taking it out on you…"
He laid an arm around her shoulder. It wasn't uncommon for them to get so close. Clones, she had discovered, craved affection of any sort. Rex wouldn't say it out loud, but he was hurt. Not beyond repair, but badly. Ahsoka attributed it to his and the rest of the clone's childhood which he refused to talk about.
"Guess it worked out well enough. I'm still your trusted confidant."
Her eyes widened in worry. "You only consider yourself as a confident?"
He shrugged. "Yeah. Subordinates are meant to be ranted to. I used to do the same with…Denal. And Coric."
He was silent after that. Ahsoka didn't speak up. She sensed it was something he needed to face alone.
Rex had been forced to watch as 'Denal' had stolen a ship, and had been killed. Coric had died of blood loss at the Point Rain Campaign, shot down by the droids.
She leaned into him and closed her eyes. But she could face it with him.