Hey, he'd gone to work on Sunday, did class and the radio broadcast on Monday, and he'd even gone to the bar for some healthy socializing yesterday. He wasn't hiding!

... Crap, he'd forgotten to submit a class while he was imprisoned and awaiting his violent execution, though.

"I'm tired, Hera," he sighed. "You can't tell me I'm safe here four days after I was almost put down by brainwashed clones in your own damn junkyard. After a whole summer of people being kidnapped and hunted and poisoned. You can tell me it isn't the Empire, fine. The Emperor isn't here. But this place has been presenting a pretty damn solid case for keeping my head down for months."

And his usual coping mechanisms were right off the table.