"I can't tell you, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon shook his head as he spoke.
Obi-Wan's eyes widened, surprised his Master would continue to deny him the answer he was seeking. He opened his mouth to reply, only to close it again. He blinked quickly, before an odd smile turned the corners of his lips.
"As you wish, my Master." Obi-Wan bowed shortly, then turned and walked from the room.
For a moment, Qui-Gon didn't move. He couldn't believe that Obi-Wan would leave their quarters so suddenly. Sighing, he stood and followed Obi-Wan, able to track him, even with the shields on both ends of their link.
Walking as fast as he could without attracting unwanted attention, Qui-Gon growled under his breath softly.
He found Obi-Wan working his way through an advanced acrobatic routine in a rarely used training room. Although he was surprised Obi-Wan had so quickly become engrossed in the exercise, Qui-Gon was not surprised to find him working out. For a moment, he watched as his Padawan tumbled through the interlocking rings that were suspended from the ceiling, catching himself both with his hands and the Force.
Qui-Gon knew it could be dangerous to interrupt someone during a tumbling pass, and stood back. He was surprised when Obi-Wan spoke while still moving.
"I don't want to talk to you."
Qui-Gon sighed. He really did not want to get into an argument with his Padawan. For a moment, he continued watching as Obi-Wan vaulted from one ring to another. "I'm sorry, Obi-Wan. The matter has yet to be closed."
He could see Obi-Wan shake his head, and winced slightly. He knew his student was very skilled on the routine, but it required more concentration than he was giving it. "Yes," Obi-Wan paused, completeing a sequence of moves, "it was. When you didn't answer."
Qui-Gon shook his head, growing more frustrated. There was little way to explain to Obi-Wan that he wasn't allowed to tell him of his feelings. The rules were strict, and in that instance, Qui-Gon was loathed to break them. "I can not, Obi-Wan." He repeated his earlier refusal, hoping Obi-Wan would understand.
"That's too bad." Obi-Wan turned his head to glance at Qui-Gon, rather than focusing on the exercise.
The sight of his student moving, so quickly across the beams and rings, without giving it his whole attention gave Qui-Gon pause. At the moment their eyes locked, he felt as if a weight had dropped in his stomach.
"Obi-Wan . . ." He reached out a hand, stepping forward.
"Don't!" Obi-Wan's voice echoed strongly in the room, the tone of command easily read by Qui-Gon. "Don't come any closer." However, as he spoke, he missed his grip on the next ring.
Qui-Gon moves forward.
Qui-Gon remains still.