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Unlike when Caleb had woken up in a strange bed on Friday night, there was no sudden jerk awake for Kanan this morning. There was no immediate onset of panic, no choking sense of fear of a strange place. Which didn't mean that Kanan didn't contemplate trying to exit through a window this morning too, granted. But here in Obi-Wan's shack, it would be a somewhat less dramatic, rather more undignified sort of escape route.
Anyway, the door was right over there. And he could be reasonably certain that there weren't any clones on the other side of it, waiting with blasters at ready to take him down.
He sat up, looking quietly at that door, and then sighed and slumped forward, scrubbing at his face with his hands.
He felt almost as exhausted as Caleb had the other evening. His reasons for that were only mostly the same.
[OOC: For that Kenobi guy, naturally!]
Anyway, the door was right over there. And he could be reasonably certain that there weren't any clones on the other side of it, waiting with blasters at ready to take him down.
He sat up, looking quietly at that door, and then sighed and slumped forward, scrubbing at his face with his hands.
He felt almost as exhausted as Caleb had the other evening. His reasons for that were only mostly the same.
[OOC: For that Kenobi guy, naturally!]
