She expected forgiveness for moving on? For living a life in which she'd had to mourn the love of her life? Jacen expected better from her, and she had to know it. Anakin would never, could never have accepted what they had become, and in truth, Jacen didn't understand for a second why he would have done. Focusing on her shoulders Jacen deepened the massage a little, trying to take some of the tension away as he listened to her speak. He pushed it further with Tahiri than he would with anyone else but then she could take it, she could always take it.
Of course the tension wasn't just in her muscles. She'd been worrying about all this for longer than he expected he'd known.
"A connection." he repeated, lifting his hands away and beckoning for her to sit facing him, he would finish the massage once this conversation was had. Because it seemed it needed to be. "And what advice did you give this someone? Because such complicated connections do cause problems overall, we both know that for a fact."
And she hadn't known how to phrase it, had she? How to handle a...something, whatever they were, complicated feelings were all over it. Did she perhaps love him? Was that it? And more to the point, did he mind if she did or would it be something else to get used to.