Leaving Bant's quarters, Qui-Gon could feel Obi-Wan walking off toward several of the nearby gardens. Pausing for a moment, he considered whether or not to follow his Padawan. No, he told himself, he could not pressure his decision. Obi-Wan must come to him.

Although he could feel Obi-Wan's distress, Qui-Gon decided the only course of action would be to give him some space. He turned toward the quarters he shared with Obi-Wan, and began the walk back. If it got to be too late, Qui-Gon amended silently, then he would search after him.

Once back at their quarters, Qui-Gon placed a pot of water on to boil. Sitting in his favorite chair, he steepled his fingers and prepared to wait.

Qui-Gon dropped into a light meditative state, rising only to see to the tea he was preparing. As he meditated, Qui-Gon concentrated on the conversation he had just shared with Obi-Wan. He was more sure than ever they needed to talk about how they felt.

That thought led him to face his own feelings. He knew how he felt about his Padawan, he had known for months. He had been hoping to wait until Obi-Wan was knighted, but as that time grew closer his once remarkable willpower had weakened.

Until he had heard Obi-Wan speaking with Yoda. While his heart had lightened at the proof that Obi-Wan shared his feelings, Qui-Gon was at a loss as to his Master's words of warning.

Still, he knew it was best to wait for Obi-Wan to reach out to him. He could only wait and see if his Padawan listened to his heart, more closely than he listened to little Jedi Masters. Qui-Gon smiled slightly, picturing his Master's reaction at being thought of as such.

The smile faced however, when Qui-Gon felt an unfamiliar stirring in the Force. Things were changing for he and Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon reached out along the bond he shared with Obi-Wan. He needed to know that his Padawan was alright.

He wasn't surprised, however saddened when he felt Obi-Wan's shields strengthen and block him out. It was then he resigned himself to a long wait.

Giving up on meditation, Qui-Gon sank back into the chair and closed his eyes. In his mind's-eye he could see his Padawan. Burning green eyes and glistening gold skin. The small smile returned to his lips as he pictured Obi-Wan finally coming to him and acknowledging how they both felt.

He was distracted enough by his musings that he jumped slightly when the door buzzer rang.

Obi-Wan is at the door.

Someone else is at the door.