momslilassassin | Naboo [Monday, Fandom time]

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Naboo [Monday, Fandom time]

Ben and Ender were still hosting houseguests, and since the speeder hadn't been destroyed the day before, it meant it was time for Cultural Opportunities In Town!

...or Twi'leks dancing around poles.

Po-tay-to, Po-tah-to.

There was plenty to see in Theed before then, of course, as it would be kind of tacky to watching dancing girls at lunch. Or so Ben assumed.

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"Yeah." He had. There was a pause, and then: "I don't, like, blame him or anything, is what I mean. Judge him. Any of it."

"You wouldn't be here if you did," Ben said quietly, "but other people won't react that way."

Memories of visiting Ender in the hospital and of the reunion when Ender's nickname had become a curse, flooded his mind.

"Other people are idiots," Topher said, sounding surprisingly fierce for a moment. "But I won't say anything. Is it just you who knows?"

"I'm the only one Ender told directly," Ben said, and if that sounded a little protective and jealous, well, it was.

"Anyone else who knows has also kept their mouth shut. This doesn't need to be island gossip. Ever."

"Duh," Topher said. "Seriously. Not saying a word." And only partially because the only person he would tell happened to already know. Topher noted the intensity in Ben's expression, hesitated and then said with what was almost a smile, "You... really care about him. A lot. Don't you?"

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"I really do," Ben replied quietly.

Being emotionally forthright wasn't really his forte, but he tried to expand a little bit on it. "I'm trying to show him every way I know how that he's not on his own."

Topher thought about how sucky his childhood had been, and how even now that he had actual friends, they still didn't care that much about looking out for him. He still got punched sometimes, and threatened. Then he thought about Ender, and how much worse he must have had it.

"That's nice of you," Topher said at last, meaning it. "I bet it helps."

Wistful? Him? Never.

Ben tilted his head as he watched Topher. "You okay?"

Welcome to the perils of knowing an empath, Topher.

"What? Yeah. Yeah, no, definitely." Liar. "This bag is just really heavy."

"Oh, right, you have a portal to catch," Ben said, blushing slightly. "Sorry to have held you up."

He paused, then asked, "Why were you worried I'd heard something from Karla?"

"Oh, no problem," Topher dismissed. Hoisting the bag back over his shoulder and starting to head out, assuming Ben was following, he said, "Um. She just, like. Said that you'd probably be really mad. If you found out."

Ben crossed his arms over his chest as he thought about it. "I'm not thrilled," he said finally, "but Peter had access to the court-martial and everyone on his planet now saw at least a truncated version of what happened. I can't stop history from repeating."

He learned that the hard way.

"I can't vouch for how rational I'd be if someone decided to broadcast the footage for everyone to see, but you're not going to do that."

"You're not gonna, like. Poison me or anything?" Said half-jokingly, but there was something else behind it.

Ben fought the impulse to facepalm. He was going to have to talk to Karla. "I'm not going to poison you," he said flatly.

"Good," Topher said, relieved. "'Cause that would suck. If you did."

And totally no other reason at all. Nope.

"Jedi don't poison people," Ben said. "My concern is Ender: if you say you're not going to hurt him, I believe you."

"Cool," Topher said. "I really won't. Seriously, man."

Which meant that now he had only Karla to worry about, then. That was an improvement! Kind of!

"Just, yeah. Try not to say anything to get Peter in trouble? Or... get him mad at me, or anything?"

Ben's lips quirked up in a wry smile. "Hurting Peter hurts Ender, even if neither of them would admit to it," he said, "and I'm not in the habit of hurting Ender. I'm good at keeping secrets, Topher. I'll keep yours."

"Thanks," Topher said gratefully. "It's just. You know. There'd be all this drama and stuff. So. Better to avoid that."

Or he would lose one of the two people whose friendship he valued the most. One of those things.

Ben smiled again: he knew what Topher was really trying to avoid.

"I'm not in the habit of confiding in Peter," he said.

"Cool." A beat. "I mean, not that he can't be trusted! 'Cause, you know, he totally can. I just mean, like. In this particular instance."

Ben would just keep his own council on the relative trustworthiness of Peter.

"Oh, exactly, right," he agreed. Sort of.

It was for the best, really.

"Yeah." Topher shifted. "So! Good that that's, uh, cleared up." A beat. "Portal time?"

"Portal time," Ben agreed. "Safe trip. I'll see you back in Fandom."

If he ever left Naboo again....

"See you," Topher agreed. Then, teasingly: "You guys can get back to your, uh, special time."

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