Kylo offers Anakin a thin, tight-pressed smile. They're both aware enough to know that the door even opening proves Kylo already decided he wanted his grandfather's company— but the courtesy is a fine touch. It's something of a relief for Kylo, too, feeling the same anxious disquiet he's been wrestling with all this time reflected back. Of everyone, perhaps Anakin knows best of all the strange, floating dread that comes with fearing your past uncovered.

Past, future. It's much the same, when you know for a fact that destiny is as real as it is unavoidable.

"No. Not at all. I haven't been doing anything important for some time."

If anything, he's forced to admit if only to himself— he's been hiding.