From the Roof of the MCA to a GFFA, Wednesday

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Kanan was anxious. Had been for some time now, as the summer built up to its grand finale, and now he was finding himself drowning in it a little, between numerous nightmare realities and the would-be execution and Rey vanishing and coming back a Jedi and now Summer, planning to head to Coruscant of all places.

And once upon a time, when he found himself this anxious, he'd run.

Didn't trust himself to come back, if he took off alone.

Had to do something productive.

And so he sent off a text.

Headed home for a supply run before new students show up. You in?

And then he made his way up to The Escape and he waited.

[OOC: For one!]

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"If I steer us into a situation with monkeys, I'll let you fly the next time we do this," Kanan offered, smirking faintly as he guided the ship up off the roof, wings unfurling as they went. "Fair?"

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"You could let me do that next time anyway," Sabine tried.

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Kanan gave the hum of a man who looked like maybe he was seriously considering the pros and cons of that suggestion. And then glanced her way.

"Want to fly this time?"

Hell, why not.

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"Yes," she said immediately, and without question.

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Kanan smiled faintly as he set the ship in a hover above the MCA, took his hands from the controls, and stood.

"Well, then I guess you're going to need the pilot's seat."

Which wasn't to say he wasn't going to be supervising. Keenly.

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Sabine was getting up even before he'd finished saying that.

"Don't worry, your ship is in capable hands." She didn't have a ton of flight experience, but she had plenty of confidence.

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Kanan was going to trust that confidence today! And... possibly freak out a little if it turned out to be unfounded!

"Well, good," he said, grinning faintly. "You know your way around portals and hyperspace, then?"

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"I know the basics," she assured him. "I'll take it slow."

She was also very good about doing things correctly.

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"Works for me," Kanan decided, making himself comfortable and crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not exactly in any hurry, today."

He just needed to be off terra firma for a while. Out of Earth's orbit. Get back in 'Kanan' headspace, because 'Caleb' was being loud again.

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"So this is a leisurely supply run," she said, working on the portal.

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"So long as I'm not the one piloting my ship, it is," Kanan agreed easily. "At least until I see how you handle her."

This ship was his baby, Sabine. His baby.

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"I'll teach you to doubt my skills."

By being very competent and not scary unless there was a reason to do something scary!

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"And I'll believe it when I see it," Kanan countered, a light note of challenge in his voice, something more teasing than really serious. "Not many people have impressed me while flying my ship, you know."

... Generally because he didn't tend to let people try.

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"Am I supposed to be impressing you? Because I'm going to get us from Point A to point B without crashing into any trees," she said, pulling them up from the hover to actually take off.

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"With the way things have been going lately, maybe that's really all it takes to impress me," Kanan countered.

... It really had been a difficult summer.

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"We have kind of reached a point where boring is good," she agreed, a little wryly.

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"Honestly," Kanan mused, "even with the pit-stop on Lothal, I wouldn't mind terribly if the most eventful thing to happen to us on this trip is maybe some uneven ground on the landing."

He was setting a high bar here, he knew.

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"I don't even want that," Sabine admitted, and just decided to say it. "It's been terrible."

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"It's been terrible," Kanan agreed. He sighed. "The whole summer has been exhausting, but the island definitely doesn't do 'grand finales' by half-measures, does it?"

He glanced from the controls to Sabine for a moment, considering.

"How are you holding up?"

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Sabine have a little half-hearted shrug in response. "Fine, mostly. Till someone gets too intense about how we can't have normal weeks anymore or whatever, or starts talking about me turning them in."

She knew neither of those things was a big deal, really, but they still bugged, so fine.

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That glance was turning into a serious side-eye, right there.

"They... do know that people were under some pretty serious mind-control that week, right?"

Ssh, he could hold it against the Clones if he wanted to. People like Sabine and Tip were different.

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"I guess some people bounce back from that sort of thing fast."

And Sabine was really more mad at herself about all of it, right down to this reaction.

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"Some people," Kanan noted, "were shocked out of it hard. Or just got lucky."

Okay, so he'd bounced back on day one.

Still.

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"Lucky them," Sabine sighed. "Except no one really lucked out on that one."

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"Really, they didn't," Kanan agreed. His lips pulled into a wry smile. "Even the people who didn't know anything was wrong at the time have to live with the fallout now."

Totally. Different. From the Clones. Dammit.