[ It's the familiarity that keeps him in place, it's what drew him here and has kept him for so long. When the tea mug is placed in front of him, he wastes no time picking it up, letting the warmth seep into his hand. As much as he knows that none of this is real, it's still pleasing. The smell is achingly nostalgic. While it has more association with Obi-Wan than it does with the tea itself, the ritual that goes with it is like a balm on the worst of days.
Even when he was at his angriest, it never failed to calm him down after his initial tantrum. ]
If it makes you feel better, that doesn't exactly get better over time. [ The habit, that is. ]
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Even when he was at his angriest, it never failed to calm him down after his initial tantrum. ]
If it makes you feel better, that doesn't exactly get better over time. [ The habit, that is. ]