Luke has so many questions. His eyes widen at the mention of his mother, something of a lost little boy rising to the surface. Who was his mother? What queen? How did R2 go from whoever she was to Leia to Ben to him? What did it mean, and how much more did Obi-Wan know that he hadn't told Luke?
He's opened his mouth to spill forth about eighty different variations on those questions when Kenobi forestalls him by gesturing to his hut, and Luke is forced to follow his gaze out of politeness as well as curiosity. It looks the same, slightly less weathered, perhaps, but things aged quickly in the desert.
He wonders how long Ben's been here.
"Thank you," he says, meaning for the whole thing--whatever's going on here, he could've ended up with worse company, even if this is company which makes no logical sense. "If it's like I remember, I'm sure it's cozy."
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He's opened his mouth to spill forth about eighty different variations on those questions when Kenobi forestalls him by gesturing to his hut, and Luke is forced to follow his gaze out of politeness as well as curiosity. It looks the same, slightly less weathered, perhaps, but things aged quickly in the desert.
He wonders how long Ben's been here.
"Thank you," he says, meaning for the whole thing--whatever's going on here, he could've ended up with worse company, even if this is company which makes no logical sense. "If it's like I remember, I'm sure it's cozy."