Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
The puppies made muffled whimpering noises at the wide entrance to the kitchen, their tails betraying their hopefulness that one of their masters might be preparing breakfast for them. Obi-Wan shook his head. "No eggs for the likes of you, unless I want to be scrubbing floors all day," he said as he began to whisk the eggs.
Taking pride in small tasks was a tried and effective method of keeping ahead of depression, but Obi-Wan found himself struggling to keep himself centered as he worked. A kiss from Loras could only do so much to lift his spirits. On one side of his brain, some memory of Xi'an and Kitty was trying to get his attention, while on the other side pressed his own thoughts of Faiza. He could almost pick up the scent of curry that clung to her dark curls.
He wisked more furiously, like he was pedaling a bike to race away from the memories.