I have to go back, Obi-wan suddenly realised. He would rather spend the night in the infirmary,
but he knew he had to return to their quarters. He realised he had subconsciously slowed his pace, and quickened it.
Stay brave Obi-wan, you can do this. He tried to open their bond one more time, but once again collided with
his master's strong shields. Once he walked down the hallway that led to their quarters he panicked.
What if Qui-gon doesn't want me as his padwan anymore? Maybe he should just walk away, free him from the burden he
calls padwan. No Obi-wan, this isn't your fault remember? It's Qui-gon who ignored and hurt your feelings.
You've made mistakes to, but you at least tried to make amends. You know what, he was going to tell him that.
How he felt he's never good enough, how he felt like a burden. Then Qui-gon would see that how he hurted him,
how he always made him doubt about himself. Obi-wan couldn't deny that this was partly his fault,
but it was also Qui-gon's, and Obi-wan was going to clear that up for him.

He was at a loss of what to do, search after his heart-broken padwan, or stay here and wait until Obi-wan decided to return
home. He had just finished his text, but didn't feel any better, he actually felt worse. He now realised what he had
probably lost, and that it was his fault. The words he had written screamed of hurt, guilt and despair. He couldn't imagine
his life without Obi-wan, the boy that used to look at him with so much hope and love in his stormy blue-green eyes.
He had destroyed that look, he had replaced it with uncertainty and hurt. The worst part of it all was that he took such a
long time to notice it. He was to blinded with the thought that Obi-wan was going to hurt and betray him like Xanthos,
that he couldn't see he was putting Obi-wan trough so much pain. His problem was that he took Obi-wan for granted,
expected him to put up with everything. He went back to the living area, and took a seat on the couch. He felt very tired,
but knew that sleep wasn't going to come to him, not tonight. He remarked that he still had Obi-wan's notebook and the paper
from his sketchbook in his hand. The little wooden table that stood next to him squeaked a bit when Qui-gon softly laid
the two things on it. The sound of footsteps in the hallway startled him.

Nervousness flowed around inside his body. All he had to do was push the freaking button. He was going to count to five,
and then he was going to push. One. I really hope Qui-gon isn't going to be to angry, I know it isn't a feeling for a jedi
, but I don't think allot of masters could control themselves if their padwan would run away like that. Two.
Maybe this was my fault, maybe I pushed myself to much on him. Expected to much of him, maybe I've him put under pressure
when I wanted his trust, and wanted him to share his feelings. Three. Sith, here I go again, putting all the blame on me,
this isn't my fault. How many times more am I going to have to say this to myself? This isn't my fault. Four.
Just tell him how you feel, he has to know it. Just tell the truth, and everything will work out.
Five.I'll just push the freaking button.

The door opened, and in walked the person that he had been pondering about for the last two hours. Obi-wan had tearstains
on his face, and it hurt Qui-gon to know that he was the reason they where there. He tried to say something, but all that
came out of his mouth was a hoarse sound that was supposed to be "hello". What did he expect after all the crying he had
done just a while ago. He slowly got up from the couch and walked up to Obi-wan. He had no clue what he was going to do next.
For the first time in his life he didn't know what to say, what to do or how to act.

He wanted to run away, be anywhere but there. This was way harder then he thought. What was he going to say?
Should he start a normal conversation or get right to the point. Right now he just tried to avoid eye contact with Qui-gon.
He looked around in the room, 'till his eyes fell on something he didn't expect to find there.
Didn't I leave my notebook in my room? Realisation dawned upon him. Oh sith, he read my text.

Two lost souls, in need of each other.
Broken hearts, broken trust that needs to recover.
Two people in hurt, two people in pain.
We all need comfort and support, aren't we all just the same?

A tear slides, a tear falls.
The two just have to listen to each others desperate calls.
They are just to shy to share their feelings.
They fit together like father and son, fate sings.

Two nervous people, tension hangs in the air.
Their hearts crying out for one another, while they're both standing there.
They both feel lonely, they both feel alone.
They want to put a smile on each others face, and throw away that frown.

Two lost souls, in need of each other.
Broken hearts, broken trust that needs to recover.
Two people in hurt, two people in pain.
We all need comfort and support, aren't we all just the same?