[He scuffs his thumb along the hemline at his thigh, rubbing the skin raw with tense repetition. It's the only sure sign of his anxiousness and discomfort, and thankfully it's hidden away in the long shadows cast by stark light. That, and the fact that Ren still opts not to meet Anakin's stare.]
Why did you wait for me.
[Anakin could have taken anyone along for this detour— so far removed from crowded streets even Ahsoka wouldn't have scoffed at the opportunity. However detached the question seems, it's an itch against the base of his skull, boring in right down to the bone: was it the bond between broodmates, a passing whim or the ease of convenience— or does Anakin Skywalker feel it.
Does he know beneath the span of his ribs, his beating heart, that Kylo Ren belongs at his side.]
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Why did you wait for me.
[Anakin could have taken anyone along for this detour— so far removed from crowded streets even Ahsoka wouldn't have scoffed at the opportunity. However detached the question seems, it's an itch against the base of his skull, boring in right down to the bone: was it the bond between broodmates, a passing whim or the ease of convenience— or does Anakin Skywalker feel it.
Does he know beneath the span of his ribs, his beating heart, that Kylo Ren belongs at his side.]