Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
Obi-Wan sat down beside him. With his elbows resting on his thighs, his hands fell between his knees rather boyishly. Still, they were rough hands, workman's hands; so seemingly different from the long, thin hands of the man beside him, and yet not so much. Even in their stillness, they displayed a unique deftness of touch, like he was able to feel the very air around them.
"Neither have I," Obi replied with a light sigh. "Not really. I've never gotten this far, before." He paused. "Typically, when I cut and run, the other person just lets me go."
He laced his fingers together and tapped his thumbs against one another, like he was counting the seconds as they passed. Obi looked at Loras with his lips pressed together in a thin line, a silent question, perhaps one that may have asked, Why didn't you?