Rahne scrunched up his nose a little, pawing at the ground and then looking up at Anakin. He did not look pleased by this turn of events. He liked running and being outside. What good was having a Jedi girl-boyfriend if he wanted to stop anchoring you after a little squirrel chase?
But a part of him knew she was right. It would be nice if he could spend the next however-long-this-took curled up and sleeping at the foot of Anakin's bed. But the damage that would do to his brain would be too much. Even if Anakin could pull him back, he would still be all snarly for a while.