"I don't think I could accomplish much here." He said, moving aside so Anakin could get into the apartment. He'd been around long enough to know there were consequences beyond the moral ones that went along with revenge. It didn't make him want to shoot Kylo Ren any less. He had a blaster.
Once Anakin was inside, he closed the door and moved to the kitchen. His Aunt had taught him a little bit about being a good host. Even though the slightly older man was here on his behalf it didn't mean he got to slack any. He wiped at his face with one long white sleeve to try and make himself more presentable in front of the man who was his father. "Can I get you anything?" He asked softly. He wasn't sure what he had other than water but, after growing up on Tatooine, even that was amazing to Luke.