Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
Loras' words stung and there was no hiding it except to leave, but Obi-Wan decided to linger at the sink. His arms were remained folded tight, but the lines around his eyes had softened. He stared back at Loras, still trying to figure out why he didn't get it and honestly wondering if there was something he was missing as well. But it was difficult to be objective. Obi-Wan's vision felt clouded by the hurt of rejection, because clearly there was some part of his own makeup that Loras wished wasn't there.
He reminded himself that his friend was in pain, too. He could sense it. He couldn't mean everything he said.
Obi-Wan pushed off the kitchen counter. "Then I will..."