"Yes, you are. But I can see that arguing with you won't help." With that, Obi-Wan rose and took a few steps toward the door. "I'll see you this evening," he said before leaving.
He walked the halls for a while before ending up back at Master Yoda's door. He hadn't really followed the ancient master's advice, and now he was in worse shape than before. Perhaps he should talk to him again, and maybe this time actually listen.
He knocked softly on the door, then entered when invited. Master Yoda was sitting by the window, watching traffic go by. "Troubled again, you are, Padawan?"
Yoda turned to look at Obi-Wan. "Counseled patience, I did."
"Ignored my counsel, you did."
Obi-Wan smiled at the matter-of-fact tone. Master Yoda had probably known that would happen before Obi-Wan had even left the last time. "Yes, Master."
"When young you are, patient you generally aren't"
"He said he didn't see me in that way," Obi-Wan blurted out.
The Master nodded. "Surprise me, this does not."
"You knew he didn't care for me?"
"Not what he said."
Typical cryptic answer. "I don't understand."
"You will. Go. Talk to Qui-Gon, I will."
"Understand, you will. Go now." Yoda waved his hand toward the door. "Patience, you must learn. All will be well."
Bewildered, Obi-Wan could do nothing other than leave.
Qui-Gon frowned at the walls as he strode down the hall to his Master's room. It had been a difficult day all around, and a summons from Yoda was the last thing he needed. He tamped down on his impatience before knocking on the door; it would only get him in trouble.
When Qui-Gon walked in, Yoda was sitting by the window. He liked to sit there and stare out at the sky--Qui-Gon had figured out early on that his Master wasn't really seeing the passing vehicles. He was looking far beyond, seeing the plants and creatures that weren't there. "You wished to see me, my Master?"
Yoda laughed softly. "Teach you patience, I could not, no matter how hard I tried. For your apprentice it is the same, I think."
The frown moved back into view on Qui-Gon's face. "Is Obi-Wan in trouble?"
"Not as you mean, no." Yoda left the window and crossed to stand in front of Qui-Gon, staring at his knees until the tall man knelt to face him. "Your apprentice is how old?"
Qui-Gon blinked. "Twenty-one."
"An adult, he is?"
"Yes, as you well know."
"Know it, I do. But do you?"
"Ah." It finally hit Qui-Gon why he was here. "Obi-Wan came to talk to you."
His master nodded. "Too young he is, you think."
"No, master, I simply feel toward him like a father--"
"Do you? Head in the clouds, you have, Qui-Gon. Change is not something you like to see."
"I--" Qui-Gon stopped himself. His master often seemed crazy, but Qui-Gon knew from years of experience that he was far from it. He thought about Obi-Wan, remembered the way the boy had wielded a saber in his fight with Bruck, just days before their adventure to Bandomeer had begun. And how he'd looked on his eighteenth birthday, when Qui-Gon had given him his present. A vast difference.
And today, in the garden. With the sun glinting off the red in his hair, and that light in his eyes that Qui-Gon had hated to have to dim. He hadn't wanted to tell Obi-Wan no. He'd wanted--
Sith! He'd wanted to comfort him. No, he'd wanted to put his arms around him, and not just to comfort him. It appeared Qui-Gon had been deceiving himself, even if he hadn't managed to fool anyone else. "Do you know where Obi-Wan is, Master?"
"No." Yoda couldn't quite keep the smug smile off his face, but Qui-Gon didn't care.
"Do you mind if I go find him? I think we have something to talk about."
"Go, you may."
Qui can't find him
Qui finds him