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//Revamped anon!! Juliet Capulet @-capuletrose

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The apartment was quiet in the way only Coruscant ever managed — a distant hum of traffic far below, lights from passing speeders casting slow shadows across the kitchen walls. It was well past midnight, and the city should’ve been asleep.
          
          Anakin was not.
          
          Padmé paused in the doorway when she saw him: barefoot, sleeves rolled up, hair a mess, standing in front of the caf machine with the intense focus of someone defusing a bomb. One hand was extended toward it, fingers twitching slightly as the Force rippled around the poor, clearly traumatized appliance.
          
          The machine let out a pitiful whirr. Then a spark.
          
          Anakin frowned at it like it had personally betrayed him.
          
          “Okay, that was uncalled for,” he muttered.
          
          He didn’t notice her at first — too busy circling it, poking at the side panel, then trying again with the Force, very gently this time, as if soothing a frightened animal.
          
          “Before you say anything,” he said, finally sensing her presence without looking back, “I’m winning. It’s just… the machine is emotionally resisting me.”
          
          He glanced over his shoulder, sheepish grin already forming.
          
          “I think it can tell I’m tired.”

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            “I am exhausted in more ways than one…and the changes that are being made in the senate are slow…” she said as she let out sigh. “But we are slowly making progress…” 
            
            Padmé soon looked back out toward the windows, the Coruscant skyline filled with traffic and lights glimmering in the darkness. Her eyes taking in the sights around her. “Well…will you try to sleep? Or will you stay up for a little while?” She turned back to him.
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            Padmé had to chuckle at his last response as she looked from the caf machine back to him as she slightly shook her head. “Can’t change your mind on that..” she had to laugh.
            
            She took a breath, letting both of her hands rest on his arms as she took in the silence of the apartment and the outside noises of Coruscant’s traffic. It was moments-like in the silence of their home-that she enjoyed the most. 
            
            Away from the chaos of the galaxy…away from the politics…and away from duty…just them…family…one…
            
            “Well…
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            Anakin let out a slow breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, her touch grounding in a way nothing else ever quite managed. His thumb stilled against her wrist as her hands closed around his, and for a moment he just stood there, letting himself be held.
            
            “Funny,” he murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “how the galaxy can be on fire and somehow it’s the caf machine that finally breaks me.”
            
            His gaze softened as he looked at her — really looked at her — the warmth in her smile cutting straight through the noise in his head.
            
            “I keep telling myself I’m supposed to have the answers,” he admitted quietly. “Jedi Master, war hero, allegedly the one who brought balance to the Force.” A small, self-aware huff of a laugh. “Feels like I should at least be able to handle a broken appliance without starting a diplomatic incident.”
            
            He squeezed her hands gently, leaning his forehead against hers, the city’s distant hum fading into the background.
            
            “But you’re right,” he said after a beat, voice lower, steadier. “One moment at a time. One problem at a time. And… not all of them have to be solved tonight.”
            
            His eyes flicked back to the caf machine, then returned to her with a softer smile.
            
            “Still. I reserve the right to blame this one on exhaustion and not on my lack of mechanical skills.”
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