OKAY BUT FRIENDS PICTURE THIS: ACTUAL WALKING MOUNTAIN QUI GON JINN TUCKING HIS TEENY TINY PADAWAN OBI UNDER HIS ARM AND BENEATH HIS CLOAK WHEN IT’S RAINING TO KEEP HIS SMOL SON SAFE AND WARM
“By the Force.” It’s odd how time, space, and more specifically personal space tends to shift in the beyond; Qui-Gon has absent-mindedly taken to Obi-Wan’s habit of beard-stroking in a way that is thoroughly perturbing to watch. “Your name got given to that one?”
“It’s supposed to be desperately sad, Master,” Obi-Wan grumbles, wishing he weren’t translucent, at least for the moment, so he could have a proper sulk unseen. “And don’t think you’re exculpated, here. He’s also of your lineage.”
“I was never this much trouble,” Jinn sniffs, dignity personified, and, with a thoroughly visible sense of glee, vanishes in the direction of Ren’s dreams.
