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Obi-Wan Kenobi (do_what_i_must) wrote in makebelievelog,

Obi-Wan watched the blade of grass blow away, then looked round at Anakin as the younger man spoke. He scowled very slightly at the Look, but said nothing. He knew everything Anakin was saying, had fought tooth and nail against the Council when Anakin was still a young Padawan over how best to train the boy on any number of occasions, and really, if Anakin's world centred on Obi-Wan, it was nothing compared to how pretty much everything, every single thing Obi-Wan had done from the moment he'd been granted permission to train the boy, revolved around Anakin.

The silence that followed Anakin's words stretched to an almost uncomfortable length of time, all manner of words and feelings roiling round in Obi-Wan's mind that no amount of meditation seemed to be able to purge, and that he had no idea how to deal with. "I can barely hold my own world together at the moment," he finally admitted, his voice pitched just louder than a whisper as his gaze flickered away.

"I want to see him. You have no idea how much I want to see him, and you, kriff, I have missed you." Running his hand through his hair, he closed his eyes and let himself slide down to sit on the roof with his back to the wall. His tee-shirt rode up at the back and the stones were cold enough to make his skin crawl a little, but he ignored it. "I want to see him, I just don't know if... if..."