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Ben's in his bedroom in his parents' Jedi Temple apartment, lying on his bed and sulking like he's going for Most Typical Teenager Of The Year.
His parents have grounded him. Confined him to the Temple. Ugh! What is that about? He's almost fourteen, and he's a Jedi apprentice (okay, not officially, but he totally built his own lightsaber), and he's a trained police commando (well ... he's trained with them), and this is really unfair.
This doesn't even feel like home. When did he ever spend any real time in the Temple, even just his parents' quarters? He's spent the past five years travelling the galaxy with Jacen, sleeping at his cousin's apartment -- or, over the last few months, the Galactic Alliance Guard headquarters. There's stuff in this room that he hasn't even touched since he was nine years old.
And it's too tidy.
He kicks the blanket from his bed to the floor, then frowns. Hmm. That didn't accomplish anything; it was just immature.
... maybe he's taking this sulking thing too far. He's trying to make his parents see that he's not an immature little kid anymore, right? That Jacen's teaching him all the right things and is a good influence and should be allowed to be his Jedi Master.
He ponders this as he reaches down to tug the blanket back up. Okay, so his parents are being really unfair. And they're obviously blind or stupid or something if they can't see that everything Jacen's doing is just to protect the galaxy. But -- they're Jedi, right? They're reasonable, logical beings? Maybe if he calms down and tries once more to explain things rationally, they'll listen to him.
A milkshake would totally calm him down.
Satisfied that he's come up with a plan -- and that his blanket is at enough of an angle to make the room look a little more lived-in -- he sits up and tugs on his boots.
He rests his hand on the door handle, thinks, Milliways, and opens the door.
His mother gives him a meaningful look from the living area down the hall.
"Ugh."
He slams the door shut, kicks off his boots, and retreats to his bed again. Whatever. It's not like his parents would've listened anyway.