It took as long as the Uber took to get him there. Barely under twenty minutes. He raised an eyebrow at the text but shrugged. K. He hated "K" as a response, but he understood it's use. There it was.
Pulling his hoodie a little closer as the car came to a stop he popped the door open. "Thanks." And slid out into the cold, crisp night. I'm downstairs. Came the next message. It's freezing. He hoped they wouldn't be out there too long, but if this helped Anakin let out some frustration he'd stay with him. That's what friends did, they were there. He didn't fully understand what he was going through, but throwing things at inanimate objects he could support. He hoped none of those would be turned on him in a moment of vaderness, but he also trusted his friends. He saw the good in people, he always would.