Fine. If that's the way Qui-Gon Jinn wanted it, then that's the way it had to be. Obi-Wan knew the stubborn fool wouldn't budge until he was good and ready, and he was prepared to wait.
But there was no reason not to have fun in the meantime. Obi-Wan smiled and burrowed even closer to Master Epergene "Your master left, Obi-Wan," the older man whispered, lips close to Obi-Wan's ear.
"You don't wish to follow him?"
Obi-Wan pulled back far enough to meet Master Epergene's eyes. "I am where I need to be. " Not *want,* but need. He saw the master understand the difference and accept it before pulling him closer again.
Qui-Gon woke suddenly, blinking at his surroundings, and rubbed at his neck, trying to erase the soreness from having slept on the couch. He didn't remember falling asleep; his last memory from the night before had been waiting for Obi-Wan to come home. E
ither his padawan must have been very quiet, or Qui-Gon himself must have been very tired, because he hadn't woken up when the young man had returned.
The sound of the main door, followed by the door to Obi-Wan's room, answered that question--apparently Obi-Wan hadn't woken him because he hadn't come home the night before at all. He was surprised at the displeasure that fact stirred inside him. It wasn'
t the first time Obi-Wan had come home very late, or very early, and it wasn't as if he was late for a lesson. He'd simply chosen to spend the night elsewhere.
With someone else.
Displeasure was quickly turning to anger, a reaction that went beyond surprising and caused Qui-Gon to worry. Jedi Masters did not get angry over nothing. He was supposed to be beyond that. If he was angry over Obi-Wan's choice, then there must be somethi
ng more to cause the emotion. And he didn't want to think about that.
Qui-Gon thinks about his feelings
Obi-Wan continues seeing Epergene