Anakin couldn't say in truthfulness that Master Obi-Wan hadn't ever put a hand on him - but that didn't mean he'd ever tried to hurt Anakin. Sparring did involve learning to block and take a hit. But he'd never once acted in even the slightest way as to suggest he was going to hit the boy outside of a sparring match - when Anakin knew the man was pulling his punches too.

That didn't mean that his tone encouraged Anakin to uncurl from a ball, with his body protecting his face and belly, scrunched up to shield his neck. "I couldn't sleep." Anakin answered, voice muffled by position, a good deal of wool, and simple quiet tone. He hadn't been able to sleep because he hadn't known where Obi-Wan was, and a quiet voice that had grown louder as he tossed and turned trying to put himself back to sleep had insisted, he wasn't coming back. He didn't want Anakin (no one did), and he wasn't going to come back so he didn't have to deal with him. Which was only slightly better than the times the voice insisted he wasn't coming back because he was dead.

Anakin finally moved just a little, to peep part of his face out, static crackling in his short hair. "I'm sorry."