Room 317 [after classes]

[tatooine_doofus]

After an interesting conversation with his father early in the morning, Luke had gone for a long run.

And then an even longer session alone with the punching bag.

And then he'd tried some meditation.

Now? He'd spread parts to a small droid out all over the floor, back carefully turned away from the half of the room that was supposed to have a Z in it, and fiddled around with electronics.

Loud Corellian rock was blaring from his stereo and out through the open door.

If you asked him? He was fine.

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[solo_sword]

"Why not?" she wondered.

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"The summer got really busy and then there were classes..." Luke trailed off. "I don't really know why."

[solo_sword]

"I think it just happens," she said, shrugging. "There are people back home I haven't talked to since I got here and I'm not sure how that happened."

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"To explain here takes about three hours of straight talking and by then they are entirely sick of you?" Luke guessed.

It was his theory for not getting in touch with Wedge, in any case.

[solo_sword]

"Well, that, and I'm not sure how much they'd get it," Jaina admitted. "I mean, if I told them about you and Gavin and Grandfather, I can't even imagine how that conversation would go."

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Luke gave her a bugged-eyed look. "Something like that?"

[solo_sword]

"Pretty much. Or staring in disbelief," she nodded.

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"Or calling the med droid for a psych work-up."

[solo_sword]

"I think they know better than that. At least I hope so," she added. "I should probably be getting back. You're sure you're okay?"

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Luke nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."

[solo_sword]

"And if you need any further irrational venting," she teased as she stood, "you know where I am. Bye, Uncle Luke."