Cradle to Grave
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80, cranky
"Are you sick, Master?"
Obi-Wan tried not to roll his eyes. They hurt too much. "No, Padawan. I'm just sleeping in the Healing Wards to get away from your constant chattering."
"I do not chatter," Anakin corrected firmly, his eyes clouding with something like hurt, then clearing so quickly Obi-Wan was sure he had imagined it. "And I thought Jedi don't get sick."
"My antibodies must have missed that memo," Obi-Wan retorted.
This time the flash of hurt was unmistakable.
"Padawan…"
But Anakin had already left.
Obi-Wan sighed with irritation. Really, the boy was too sensitive for his own good!
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