I suddenly have a desperate need for clones and like, physical comfort.
Like Rex pulling Echo aside after he and Fives lost the rest of their squad and making him cry and vent out everything and holding the kid until he’s finished and then calling Fives and repeating the whole process before sending them off to do whatever.
Or after Umbara, Jessie, or Kix, or Hardcase, and as many others as they can find swamping Rex, and there just being this massive group of clones all touching hands or shoulders or foreheads, or holding each other, and their captain in the middle of it all being told in so many ways that it wasn’t his fault. None of them are to blame.
Someone finding Boil, and helping him through losing Waxer. Same for Fives after Echo.
Clones finding each other after campaigns where things went to hell in a handbasket, and falling asleep together, three of four to a bunk.
Clones sitting together in the mess hall after battles, close enough to have shoulders or knees touching, to keep each other grounded.
And sometimes, when they can catch them, Rex and Cody will drag their wayward generals (and commander) into these hug/comfort/grieving piles because just because they are jedi doesn’t mean they are super-human, their Code be dammed, everyone needs to grieve.
Clones who kiss each other’s cheeks/lips/temples when they pass in the halls for no other reasons than that it’s comforting and nice.
Clones climbing into bed with a squadmate who’s having nightmares.
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