The lingering melancholy he's still feeling, that prompted his question looking for a distraction, is pushed roughly aside at Luke's words, and Obi-Wan starts laughing. And laughing. Because yes, that is something foreign to Tatooine, and even if the observation reminds him of Anakin as well, it's a good memory.
"Yes, most ice cream is amazing. Y-- Some people speculate there are more flavors than stars in the galaxy." He stops himself from saying those 'people' was actually Luke's father. He needs to start divorcing Luke from the idea of being Anakin's son; he is his own person, with a lifetime of experiences. He's possibly almost as old as Obi-Wan's former friend. It's hard though, because Luke looks so much like him, and even some of his facial expressions and mannerisms, things commonly thought to be learned from parents, not inherited, are so similar.
No, no, stop that.
Still. He thinks Luke's forced convalescence in his home will help. To that end, Obi-Wan moves to get Luke some water, before heading out to fetch R2-D2.
Luke tries to remember if he'd ever seen Ben laugh. Chuckle is the best he can do, so he watches in wonder as the man outright laughs. At something Luke has said, which he'll admit himself is ridiculous. It had been the only thing to come to mind that isn't going to upset the man, and maybe it's the heat got him thinking about cool desserts. But there's something about making Obi-Wan's face crease into mirth that is oddly satisfying. And humanizing--he needs to start seeing this man as Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight in exile, not the old hermit he'd lost on the Death Star.
He drinks the water down gratefully, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand after draining the glass, and then sets to examining his leg as Obi-Wan fetches R2. It doesn't seem to be broken, but he sprain is pretty intense, as is the swelling.
Luke finally lies back, staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head, trying to figure out how he got here. He'll have to check the flight recorder, but as far as he can tell, it hadn't been an instrument malfunction--but something had definitely happened to throw them off. And he'd, apparently, traveled through time. He wonders if there's any precedent for this. And how one would go about even finding that out. And that leads to another thought, and another--if this is real, what will his presence do to history?
And if he's here now, does that mean he was here when he himself was a boy?
It's all giving him a headache by the time Obi-Wan gets back, frowning with furrowed brow up at the ceiling and lost in thought.
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"Yes, most ice cream is amazing. Y-- Some people speculate there are more flavors than stars in the galaxy." He stops himself from saying those 'people' was actually Luke's father. He needs to start divorcing Luke from the idea of being Anakin's son; he is his own person, with a lifetime of experiences. He's possibly almost as old as Obi-Wan's former friend. It's hard though, because Luke looks so much like him, and even some of his facial expressions and mannerisms, things commonly thought to be learned from parents, not inherited, are so similar.
No, no, stop that.
Still. He thinks Luke's forced convalescence in his home will help. To that end, Obi-Wan moves to get Luke some water, before heading out to fetch R2-D2.
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He drinks the water down gratefully, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand after draining the glass, and then sets to examining his leg as Obi-Wan fetches R2. It doesn't seem to be broken, but he sprain is pretty intense, as is the swelling.
Luke finally lies back, staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head, trying to figure out how he got here. He'll have to check the flight recorder, but as far as he can tell, it hadn't been an instrument malfunction--but something had definitely happened to throw them off. And he'd, apparently, traveled through time. He wonders if there's any precedent for this. And how one would go about even finding that out. And that leads to another thought, and another--if this is real, what will his presence do to history?
And if he's here now, does that mean he was here when he himself was a boy?
It's all giving him a headache by the time Obi-Wan gets back, frowning with furrowed brow up at the ceiling and lost in thought.