Room 424 [late evening]

[momslilassassin]

His headache had finally cleared up, so Ben was trying to catch up on his robotics work this evening.

Well, that was his story, anyway. It wasn't like he slept more than a few hours a night. The door was closed, though, so the sound didn't carry down the hall.

[OOC: For the girl.]

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[momslilassassin]

Ben smiled. "Good. I don't talk in my sleep."

[weetuskenraider]

"How much do you sleep?" Tahiri countered as she settled into what seemed like a workable position with her arm around him.

[momslilassassin]

"More than I used to," he hedged.

[weetuskenraider]

"So long naps, then." She didn't sound disapproving, at least. "At least you're relaxing right now."

[momslilassassin]

"Exactly," Ben said. "And I meditate. Sometimes."

[weetuskenraider]

"Is it getting easier to close your eyes?" Tahiri asked softly; she knew what that was like, too.

[momslilassassin]

"Some days are better than others," he replied.

[weetuskenraider]

"I know the feeling," she murmured, reaching out to stroke his arm lightly. "We say that a lot, don't we?"

[momslilassassin]

Ben nodded. "Which means we don't have to talk about it," he said. "Which is one of my favorite things about us. You get it without needing the details."

That might have been a little bit of wishful thinking on his part. Skywalkers weren't exactly renowned for their healthy approaches to grief and guilt.

[weetuskenraider]

"We don't have to, which doesn't necessarily mean we won't." She could have been a lot more blunt, really; she'd sort of noticed how he dealt (such as it was) with grief. "But right now, I won't try to get you to talk about it."

[momslilassassin]

Ben relaxed. "Which is why you're one of my favorite people."

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri just grinned at him and snuggled a little closer, maybe trying to kiss the side of his neck before closing her eyes.