(At first I was thinking about some post order 66 angst, but then I was like, you know what? No, let's write some fluff)
It’s been a while since Cody has been on Coruscant, a very long while. Too long, if you ask him.
Don’t get him wrong, it’s not like he’s having doubts about his duty, or that he truly feels in need of a vacation, but war is a heavy thing, and he’d prefer if he’d be able to get even just one day to relax more often than he does now.
Oh well, he supposes there’s no use in complaining about it now that he’s finally gotten a day of leave, though he’ll make sure to mention it to general Kenobi sooner or later - after all, he could use a few more days to rest as well.
Now, however, there’s something else in his mind: what should he do now, to pass the time? He’s got a nice night of sleep already, so he doesn’t really feel the need to stay in bed anymore.
… He could be bother Fox. He really, really, wants to go bother Fox - he hasn’t seen him since forever, it feels like - but he’s afraid that he might interrupt him while doing important work, and that’s not something he wants to do.
In the end, even if he does, what’s the worst that could happen? If he’s really busy, Cody will leave, and they’ll meet another day, though he really hopes he’ll get to spend some time with him now - he truly missed the motherkriffer.
Yeah, he’s going to the Guard’s headquarters. He’s made his decision, and if he decides to bring with him a bottle of wine that general Kenobi has gifted him, who are we to judge?
On his way to the corries’ headquarters, he’s managed to find a couple of shinies and ask them about Fox’s whereabouts. According to them, he should be in his office, meaning that, likely, he shouldn’t be busy that day, or at least not busy for important stuff, so, after thanking the guards, Cody keeps walking with an eased mind.
He can’t help but to wonder how Fox is doing. Unfortunately, they haven’t been able to keep much in contact, so he doesn’t really know; what he knows is that Fox does have a bit of a tendency to overwork himself, even with Thorn and Stone to keep him in check, which is worrying, but he trusts in Fox’s good judgment - maybe he shouldn’t but oh well, he has faith in him.
In the eventuality that he finds him in deplorable conditions, he’ll force him to take a break. It’s as easy as that.
Has Fox missed him? He can’t help but to wonder.
As for him, he’s missed him and quite a lot too, but sometimes Fox can be so hard to read, so unreadable…
Cody shakes his head. He shouldn’t worry about this kind of stuff, after all, this is how Fox is and how he’s always has been, and he’s never loved him any less for it.
Besides, he’ll find his answer soon enough. He just needs to get to Fox’s office.
He just lightly knocks on the door, and he already he can hear Fox yelling from inside.
“Thorn, I swear to the Force! I told you--”
But the door opens, and it’s not Thorn the one stepping inside, but…
“Hey, Foxy,” the other greets him, using the nickname Thorn has given him and that he hates, but all the things that he wanted to say are cut off by an unexpected hug, as Fox gets up and reaches for him with an incredible speed, so much that it takes Cody off guard - and almost makes him drop the wine. “Careful!”
It’s like the spell has broken, as Fox pulls away, clearly flustered.
“Um, yeah…” he mutters, clearing his throat. “Hi Cody. Why are you here, bothering me?”
“I missed you too, Fox,” Cody says, instead of answering, shaking his head. As if acting all annoyed is enough to cancel the fact that he’s basically thrown himself at him then moment he stepped in.
The admission seems to work, at least, because Fox visibly relaxes, looking less embarrassed than before.
“Well,” he begins then, walking to the couch - and not the work desk, which Cody considers already a win. “You’re the one who’s been running across the galaxy, but I’m sure you’re here to tell me everything about it, right?”
He’s looking at Cody expectantly, and what else can he do, then, but to join him?
“Oh yes. You won’t believe the things I’ve seen…”
And so he begins talking and talking and talking, retelling Fox everything that has happened since they’ve last seen each other.
Sometimes he gets interrupted by a question or a comment from Fox, who looks very interested by what Cody’s saying.
“How can I know you’re not shitting me?” he asks at some point, however, though it’s more of a joke than an actual question.
“I’m not shitting you, I swear!” Cody replies, before downing a gulp of wine straight from the bottle - who needs glasses. “Now, can I continue, or not?”
The more Cody continues, the more Fox inches closer, and the more Cody leans towards him in response. Eventually they end up with Fox having thrown his legs over Cody’s lap, head comfortably resting against his shoulder as the other gestures wildly, narrating his last misadventure with general Kenobi.
He doesn’t say anything as he reaches out for one of his hands, softly intertwining their fingers together, and Cody doesn’t either, though a warm sensation spreads inside him at the gesture.
This isn’t how Fox usually acts, which is a testament to how much time has passed since they’ve been able to see each other in non-dire circumstances. This time, thankfully, they can just sit down and relax, enjoying each other’s company, and neither of them wants to miss this perfect occasion; that’s why, at some point, Fox decides to interrupt Cody’s narration with a kiss, and who’s Cody to deny him?
He eagerly kisses back, and that’s all Fox needs to move further, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer, as close as he can, like he can’t get enough of him.
… Eh, it seems that, in the end, Cody really has gotten his answer.