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The Park, Friday Afternoon

Kanan sighed as he made his way to the park in the rain. If it was just Tip these days, he would have just messaged her to meet in the junkyard, to train in the cargo bay of the Ghost, where it was dry. But there was Rey, too, and he wasn't entirely certain if he even ought to contact her. Last week would have been a deciding factor, figuring out if she had showed up in spite of what he'd said the week before, but last week he'd been... well... a little indisposed.

So he was in the park. In the rain. He at least had the good sense to wear his long coat, which was somewhat water-repellant, and he was running through forms with his lightsaber, appreciating the soft sizzle of the rain as it fell too close to the blade.

In spite of the wet, it was soothing, the hum of his lightsaber and the patter of raindrops around him, filling his senses as he ran through the old, familiar steps that his Master had taught him. It felt right in a way he was finally ready to accept it was meant to. Not that he was quite ready to pick up where he had left off, putting on drab robes and cutting all his hair off except for a small braid, but at the very least, in moments like these, it was far easier for him to think to himself, "I am Jedi."

Just... not necessarily a very good one.

[OOC: Friday park is open park!]

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It hadn’t really been a question of whether Rey would come today. It wasn’t like she came every week, but she’d been worried after the word “coma” started getting thrown around, so she threw on a cloak and went like usual. Besides, she liked the rain.

“You may want to at least consider somewhere with a roof at some point,” she greeted him.

"At some point," Kanan agreed, smiling faintly. "There's the cargo bay of Hera's ship, but I'm a little more wary of swinging a lightsaber around in there."

He lowered his lightsaber, shutting it off and clipping the hilt to his belt.

"I suppose I might be able to put the danger shop to some use after school hours now that I'm going to be teaching again. Or there's the gym."

Just wait until he found out that Quarks was under new management. There were going to probably be Holosuite Fridays.

“Danger Shop. I want to see that,” she said immediately. “How are you doing this week?”

Again, not that she’d been concerned or anything.

What was there to be concerned about? It was just a little involuntary R&R courtesy of nearly invincible soul-eating demon creatures. Nothing a little coffee couldn't fix...

"Much better," Kanan replied, smiling wryly. "Getting sick of coffee, though. I have to apologize for last week. If you were here, I mean. I would've let people know I wasn't going to be here if I could have."

Sure, Kanan, apologize to everyone for the inconvenience of you being in a coma.

“I know,” she assured him, and shrugged. “I came, talked to Tip. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

She could count on one hand the number of people anywhere that she knew well enough to really care about, so congratulations, Kanan, you were one of them.

Kanan was getting to a point where he could almost count on two hands the number of living people he'd let himself care about, so at least she was in good company, there. He hiked his shoulders up a little awkwardly - being cared about still took some wrapping his head around - and nodded.

"Thanks. I mean. Turns out the fix was simple enough, so that worked out. And a few days in a medcenter bed beats a few weeks in a bacta tank."

If he was really on the ball yet, maybe he'd be slightly terrified at the idea of Tip and Rey getting along. They were each handfuls in their own right. Imagine them joining forces.

Hey now. Rey was a precious angel.

“It really has to be coffee? Not even caf?”

This was important.

"We didn't try caf," Kanan sighed. "I wanted to try caf. I would have rather used caf. But I suppose this way at least I don't have to worry about getting sick of it."

Which was also important. Also, that would never happen.

“So you still need it?” Rey wondered. “Or is it just a precaution?”

"I'm fine now," Kanan replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm mostly drinking it at this point to keep Hera from worrying."

Or to keep Hera from shoving it at him randomly as revenge for scaring the poodoo out of her. One of those.

“Is that working?”

She was betting on no.

"Not even a little bit."

Considering they'd been talking only a couple of weeks ago about whether or not he was actually likely to die fighting the Empire, the timing certainly could have been better.

“Not surprising,” Rey admitted. “But you’re fine, and you’re going to stay fine.”

That was part relentless optimism, and part stern warning.

And Kanan's eyebrows raised faintly as he caught that stern warning in her words. What was she going to do if he wound up not fine?

...

Maybe he didn't want to find out. That would be the smart route to take anyway.

"I'm fine, and I'm going to stay fine," he agreed. "I have too much work left to do in order to let ugly dogs finish me off, anyway."

If he didn’t stay fine, he would get yelled at, obviously. Rey was a good yeller.

“Good. What are you working on today?”

"The old and the familiar, so far," Kanan replied. "It's calming. Sometimes, it's less about honing physical skill, and more about settling my mind."

She got that, considering how much of her own practice was based on when she needed to get frustrations out. “What needs settling?”

"Doubts," Kanan replied, after a moment's pause. "I've made up my mind on the path I'm setting out on, but it's hard to reconcile the person I've decided to be with the man I've been living as."

And with the opportunities and the life that had been stolen from him.

“I don’t know what that means,” she admitted after a pause. Since in the time she’d really been getting to know him, she’d assumed his path and who he’d been was the same thing.

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