He'd already figured Trys wouldn't ask for help. Some minutes ago, in fact, which was why he'd offered it instead. She reached out and grabbed his hand, fingers closing securely. He began to stand with her, and all at once it felt like lightning streaked across Hannibal's skin. Every fractal scar burned, the malicious defiance of a black sky and shattered earth reverberating from Trys into himself. Shadows edged in the corn-
It passed, and he almost didn't process what Trys had said, but he untensed his face again and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, it's a good idea" he replied in a somewhat strained attempt at breeziness, always able to easily adapt to simple physical pain. That it was someone else's worried him more than a little discomfort.
Trys' first two questions were more than fair, of course, but the third left him looking mildly bewildered. At least until he caught on to what she meant when he looked down at where their hands were still together.
Hannibal looked awkwardly uncomfortable. "Erm... We've only met three times before," He looked up at her again, staring directly into her sharp eyes. "The longest was, I visited your office after the last time you were in a hospital. I gave you a blaster, wine, cookies, and an apology. The first involved a Jedi being arrested for being an idiot, the other a funeral." The Jedi cleared his throat and delicately removed his hand from Trys' after making sure she wasn't going to fall over again.
"We're not like, dating or anything," he clarified, then waved toward the bed. "Maybe sit? I'm gonna, kark standing right now." He stepped back and sank back into his chair, retrieving the ashtray gently from the floor with a flick of a finger and making it float onto a nearby table like a leaf in an autumn breeze. Hannibal ashed his cigarra, fingers tip-tapping at the arm of the chair.
"Crix is with me because he came to me on his own to join the Jedi. After what he'd gone through, I decided to take him as my student before a Sith found him. He's basically just started." Another inhale, another cloud of smoke. He frowned as he noticed the cigarra was half gone and flicked a finger again so the pack and lighter came dancing up to join the ashtray, gesturing to them to indicate Trys help herself.
"He's not off fighting anybody. Did help save some people on Devaron, though. Takes after his mother I think."
It passed, and he almost didn't process what Trys had said, but he untensed his face again and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, it's a good idea" he replied in a somewhat strained attempt at breeziness, always able to easily adapt to simple physical pain. That it was someone else's worried him more than a little discomfort.
Trys' first two questions were more than fair, of course, but the third left him looking mildly bewildered. At least until he caught on to what she meant when he looked down at where their hands were still together.
Hannibal looked awkwardly uncomfortable. "Erm... We've only met three times before," He looked up at her again, staring directly into her sharp eyes. "The longest was, I visited your office after the last time you were in a hospital. I gave you a blaster, wine, cookies, and an apology. The first involved a Jedi being arrested for being an idiot, the other a funeral." The Jedi cleared his throat and delicately removed his hand from Trys' after making sure she wasn't going to fall over again.
"We're not like, dating or anything," he clarified, then waved toward the bed. "Maybe sit? I'm gonna, kark standing right now." He stepped back and sank back into his chair, retrieving the ashtray gently from the floor with a flick of a finger and making it float onto a nearby table like a leaf in an autumn breeze. Hannibal ashed his cigarra, fingers tip-tapping at the arm of the chair.
"Crix is with me because he came to me on his own to join the Jedi. After what he'd gone through, I decided to take him as my student before a Sith found him. He's basically just started." Another inhale, another cloud of smoke. He frowned as he noticed the cigarra was half gone and flicked a finger again so the pack and lighter came dancing up to join the ashtray, gesturing to them to indicate Trys help herself.
"He's not off fighting anybody. Did help save some people on Devaron, though. Takes after his mother I think."
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