He runs his hand over his chin to feel the freshly shaved stubble scratch against his palm. Not the baby Padawan who'd shown up on Christophsis with nothing to lose. “Uh… ” Anakin hums as he thinks back over his first sighting of Ahsoka in what feels like forever. But as soon as the call cut out and the communication terminal descends into darkness once again, he lets the disbelief that had been warring with the joy seep through into his tone. All in all it hadn’t been the most difficult social nicety he’d had to endure.
Anakin had done a pretty good job, if he did say so himself, of keeping his eyes on his Padawan’s flickering blue holoimage throughout their call instead of staring in wide-eyed shock at the figure standing next to her.
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