Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
Obi-Wan had already made the call. He palmed the phone still in his hand, his stare vacant but the tension in his shoulders had plenty to say about the situation. Nothing could make Obi-Wan more unsettled than realizing he had no control over what he felt ought to be within his grasp. Since his mind had linked with Kitty's he felt like his sanity was slipping through his fingers like sand.
Perhaps it would get better as she regained her strength, but time was not on his side. Faiza had already reached her breaking point. Her innocent, sensitive heart could only take so much rejection. Obi-Wan despised himself for breaking it. He despised his lack of control. Sometimes, he even found himself despising Kitty.
He heard the front door open and close, and he knew Loras had returned from his run. Obi-Wan tossed his phone to the foot of the bed and dropped his head back to his pillow.