MCA #3, Friday Evening, After Dark

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It had been all too easy for Kanan Jarrus to fall asleep on the couch that night after the sun had set, with a dog curled up at his hip, feeling, if not secure, at least relatively comfortable in his surroundings. It had been a long, long while since he'd been afraid to sleep, after all.

It had been all too easy for Caleb Dume to jerk awake with a start to find himself in a strange room, on a strange couch, with a strange animal curled up at his hip. He was on his feet a moment later, eyes wide, heart pounding in his ears, looking wildly around the room.

This wasn't Kaller. He'd been sleeping - a luxury he hadn't been able to afford in days - and this wasn't Kaller. He was hungry, Force help him he was exhausted, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out where he was or how he got here. He hadn't been restrained, though... there didn't seem to be any barrier between himself and the outside that he needed any real amount of effort to get past. So he hadn't been captured. Had he? He didn't know. He didn't know.

He was so, so tired.

The animal that had been sleeping beside him whined and looked up at him in concern, and Caleb crouched down low, reaching to scratch behind its floppy ears. Wherever he was, he couldn't stay here, couldn't afford to be found. So now, the question was whether he wanted to leave through the door, or through the window.

He was a Jedi, and the door was the obvious way out. This one was really a no-brainer.

[OOC: I WANT A TEENY JEDI OKAY HI. Open for the roomie or anybody who might notice a tiny Jedi trying to sneak out a third floor window after dark.]

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"Maybe I should do that, then," Caleb said, softly. "If I can figure out how to get there. Or... no... we're here, and here's safe, and..."

Force, his head was muddled. He hadn't slept or had a proper meal since the Clones had turned on them, and it was very much catching up with him now.

"Master Billaba told me to run," he murmured, and tried to bite back that choking, burning feeling in his throat and in his eyes. Ahsoka probably didn't need him crying all over her. "She said she'd be right behind me."

And he'd known she was lying when he ran.

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Ahsoka was not going to stop him or judge if he did, especially as she suspected she might have gotten snot all over Anakin's robes in addition to the tears.

"You don't need to decide right away," she said softly as she started walking him towards the dorms, there was food in the common rooms and she could probably talk Peridot into temporarily giving up that bed she didn't sleep in. "You've got time now. And, Caleb, my master would've done the same thing if he'd been there."

She was blissfully unaware that that would not actually have been the case, or of the reasons why it wouldn't.

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Caleb nodded a little and shuffled along, head down.

"I'm sure he would have," he agreed, and ran a hand through his hair again. Gave a tired sigh that was really more of a yawn. Tried not to stumble over his own feet too much. "I'm glad you're alright, Ahsoka."

For a million reasons including but not limited to 'Yay somebody else is alive' and 'I was probably going to just faceplant into the street and die there otherwise.'

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Oh, kriff he was tiny, had she ever been that young? (Yes, yes she had.) Ahsoka was going to have to comm Obi-Wan or Anakin once she'd got him sorted.

"I'm glad you're alright too, Caleb." For many of the same reasons.

Maybe not the faceplanting one.