At this point, he doesn’t even NEED to lift his eyes to see if there are others. He trusts Rex so entirely. ( His paranoia has become that of his lover’s -- something worrisome to consider later. ) Still, he casts a vague glance about, just a moment, before glancing toward the armored captain. Obi-Wan’s back arches at the contact, so odd to be disturbed by the mundane feeling of cloth and plastoid separating their skin. He lifts a hand against Rex’s shoulder, a thumb finding its way into the joint crevice between the plates of armor.

                     “ Everything is prepared, I take it? ”

                    One alone makes a compelling argument – but two can completely win a war when working in tandem. Obi-Wan had made it as far as getting out of bed, a challenge in its own right, and into his trousers before he’s assaulted. He doesn’t even manage to reach for his tunic by the time he feels soft, sleep-warm skin press on either side of him. He’s POSITIVE Rex is the culprit and sent Cody to do the dirty work; they both know neither of them could ever deny Cody.

                    He had hoped to enjoy his morning meditation under the rays of the new sun, but by the way Rex’s hands slide up his bare sides and Cody’s gentle nuzzle against his nose, the Jedi realizes this is a dream that simply won’t become a reality today. HE SUPPOSES HE’LL LIVE. Casting aside any attempts to continue dressing, his hands rise to Cody’s jaw, drawing him closer as he leans back into Rex’s chest.

                    “ All right, all right – you win. ”