It had been a long, long, long few days.

After getting Anakin back home--he'd absolutely refused to stay near "that cot or that damn Jedi one second longer"--Luke finally returned to his room, closed the door softly, then turned out all the lights, curled up in a tight little ball on his bed and burst into tears.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, and ( Read more... )

After spending all night up in the fourth floor common room watching a Space Battles marathon (and totally not trying to avoid thinking about the person who'd come into town. Or how the other member of his family would be dealing with that. Really.), Luke cracked open his door and snuck in, careful not to wake Z.

And stared at the old guy sitting ( Read more... )

After spending some time removing onion dip from Artoo’s internal systems-Force know how that had gotten there-Luke finally reached for his comlink and made a long-delayed transmission.

Leia answered immediately, and Luke chattered happily on about his workshops-and Tori- and some of the new students he’d met, including Bigg’s cousin-and Tori-and ( Read more... )

Luke was covered in glitter.

Luke remembered everything he did last night.

Which was why Luke was also under his bed.

And never, ever coming out again.

Ever.

Artoo's electronic snickers weren't helping matters either.