The weight of Obi-Wan's arm around his shoulders and across his back was comforting but also grounding, not that Anakin really had that concept down yet. Neither did it stop him from fidgeting, although it was limited to his feet moving inside his socks and playing with his fingers. He didn't really know how to be still, only that being still felt fundamentally wrong.

"Sorta? You're here." Even when he wasn't, his presence was and that was something.

"No one sees me."