Besides class, Kanan really hadn't done all that much this week. He had a bit of a mess in his head to sort through, and between his conversations with Ahsoka and with Master Kenobi earlier in the week, he was a bit torn as to how he wanted to tackle it. Using the person he used to be as an anchor to the Force as Master Kenobi had suggested was a
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So, he was here, at the door of the one friend he'd made on the island who hadn't flirted with him over the weekend (because awkward).
Knock knock!
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"Oh, kark me," he muttered, shoving the hilt into his clothing and making a grab for his holocron. He had both hidden in the folds of his tunic by the time he opened the door, looking... tired. Still. It had been a good week for being exhausted, apparently. "Peter."
He reached a hand up to run through his-- still pulled back hair. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work out so well.
"Uh. Come in. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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"Sure," Kanan replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm just doing a little bit of tidying. A few things I tend to leave packed away were pulled out over the weekend, and I've been too preoccupied to do much about it until tonight."
It was sort of the truth, if you squinted and leaned your head to the side a bit.
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