[Obi-Wan stiffens and huffs, staring hard at the communicator after it turns off completely. And he's going to keep standing there, his eyes flicking between it and the patch of soil that he prays won't be Dante's grave.
To the untrained eye, he looks... mostly calm, but his brows are furrowed, meeting in the middle in a taut line of worry and frustration and... Why are nearly all of his friends impulsive and/or reckless? One of these days, one of them is going to give him a heart attack and he hopes they'll feel guilty, blast it.]
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To the untrained eye, he looks... mostly calm, but his brows are furrowed, meeting in the middle in a taut line of worry and frustration and... Why are nearly all of his friends impulsive and/or reckless? One of these days, one of them is going to give him a heart attack and he hopes they'll feel guilty, blast it.]