Obi-Wan stood up from his meditation and left the room. Now that the decision had been made, he found himself determined to get it over with. As he walked down the hallway, however, he realised that he had not decided to whom he should speak.
He knew he didn't want to talk to Qui-Gon not yet. Not unless he had to. Or got to, depending on the advice he received. But he had to talk to someone who knew his Master well.
He realised that meant Master Yoda. Obi-Wan knew the kind Jedi Master would take the time to listen to his troubles, and not reveal any secrets. And he could trust Yoda's advice. Even if he chickened out about taking the advice, afterwards.
Obi-Wan turned his steps towards Master Yoda's offices. The Jedi Master would be there this time of day, going through whatever administrative problems had arisen during the morning when he had been in classes with the younger students. The administrative details of the Temple were shared among the Council and certain of the support staff, and Yoda never failed to have his fair share.
Obi-Wan knew, from over-hearing conversations between his Master and Master Yoda, that Yoda sometimes wondered if he were getting more than his fair share simply because he was so good at dealing with the nuances of bureaucracy. Obi-Wan knew that it had a lot to do with how often Yoda was willing to delete memos with no action taken, knowing the problem would deal with itself well enough.
He was smiling faintly at the image, when he reached Master Yoda's outer door. He placed his hand on the panel and found it unlocked; Master Yoda would have felt him coming, and was apparently willing to be interrupted. Obi-Wan stepped through the doorway and found the Jedi Master setting a datapad aside.
"Padawan Kenobi. Unexpected, this is."
"Master Yoda," Obi-Wan greeted him, and knelt in front of the diminutive Jedi.
"Troubled, you are."
Trust Yoda to come right to the point. Obi-Wan nodded, ruefully. "I am. I ... did not wish to speak to Master Qui-Gon "
"Problem you have, with your Master?" There was no sign of worry, or censure, in Yoda's voice. Only a concerned question.
"I'm not sure."
"Tell me what troubles you, Obi-Wan."
"I ... lately, Master Yoda ... I have been ...." Obi-Wan struggled to put his trouble into words, feeling suddenly embarrassed. He knew he had little reason to be, surely Yoda had encountered such things before.
"Yes?" Yoda encouraged him, gently.
"I have been feeling things. That I'm not sure I ought to feel."