Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
"Ohmygod," Obi-Wan gasped. He choked a bit on his tea. "Well, ets a small world, intit no?" My, how natural that had felt on his tongue. Like he'd said, he was a long way from Scotland. But for a brief sentence, it was like he'd never left, or as though Doctor Smith had drawn it out of him.
Actually, if he was being perfectly honest, there was something very familiar about Doctor Smith. Not in appearance, but in a quality that was more of a challenge to describe. He reminded Obi-Wan of home, yes, but it wasn't just the accent. What he reminded him--as close as he could say--was of academia: of English prep schools and university. He reminded Obi-Wan of a very specific moment in his life, a moment when he was happy.
"Oh, god," he said, realizing now that he'd forgotten to give his name. The burr had faded back to his usual English/Boston/New York tilted infliction. "My head's somewhere else. You are him, aren't you? You're that guy..."
Obi-Wan's mind was sparking now, as it make the connections: the injured contractor, the job at The Green Maid, the guy with the broken steps, Jean Grey. Wait, what? How did that last one get in there?