With a sigh, Anakin lowered his head somberly.
"I miss Ahsoka."
Feeling sympathy for his close friend, Obi Wan placed a hand on Anakin's shoulder reassuringly.
"Well, you still have me."
"It's not the same!" Anakin roughly shrugged off Obi Wan's hand and stood from his seat, stepping away. "I could talk to Ahsoka about things that... That I can't talk about with you." He shifted his gaze to the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Okay, well like what?" Obi Wan pressed, trying to get Anakin to open up to him.
"Well, for instance, about the annoying things that you do." Anakin's gaze returned to his master and narrowed.
"Anakin!" Obi Wan scolded and frowned. Anakin merely rolled his eyes.
"See, I can't talk to you."
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