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[darkforcerising]

Who: Anakin and Ben
What: Having lunch, learning deep truths
When: Backdated to noon, Wednesday April 1
Where: At a park
Rating/Warnings: Probably low


The early spring air was still a bit sharp, but the shining noon sun was worth seeing. It gave Anakin hope that summer was coming.

He was having lunch with Ben today. They sat on a park bench, hotdogs from a stand just a few yards away.

“You know, I didn’t think you’d be the type to enjoy junk food like this.”

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[neverjedi]

The sun feels good, even if the air still has a bit of a bite to it. His jacket can handle the bite well enough.

He laughs a little at Anakin's remark, keeping one hot dog in his hand and the other set carefully beside him on the bench, because you bet he's having more than one. "Because skating?" he asked. That was fair. "I actually love junk food. I'll be eating lettuce and carrots for dinner now, but worth it."

[darkforcerising]

"Because you seem a little bit kind of a lot regimental about something like healthy food," Anakin said, a bit more honest than he thought was necessary. He didn't like to lie, but he could be evasive and he did know what tact was. Usually he was okay with tact... sometimes he could just blurt out the first thing that came to mind.

"But, uh," he tried to recover, and then continued before taking a bite, "Good to know you like hotdogs. What other junk food do you like? I love candy."

[neverjedi]

"I like the salty, high fat kind more than sugar. Nachos. I love nachos." He hsn't noticed he's being unusually honest, since this is the kind of thing he'd provide without any hesitation, anyway, but the follow-up--

That he didn't hesitate there did give him pause. "What about you? What kind of candy?"

[darkforcerising]

"I did not think you preferred salt over sugar. Huh."

He probably should put down the hotdog while he was talking, but he just let the answers come.

"I like basically everything but those orange peanut things and raisinettes and black licorice. Think I like tart things the most, so skittles, sweettarts, nerds, sour patch kids, sour gummy worms, pixy sticks. But it's not like I'd ever turn down chocolate - except for raisinettes. Raisins are gross."

[neverjedi]

That was--

That was a much more comprehensive answer than he was prepared for and he stared at Anakin, in confusion and with some concern.

"...are you all right...?"

[darkforcerising]

"What?" Anakin asked. "I'm fine. I mean, my hand hurts- the one I don't have anymore. But it always does when it gets cold, which is six months out of the year here in, so I can't change that. And you know, now that I think about it, I'm kind of lonely- I mean, I haven't been on a date in... since before I lost my hand. So that's depressing." His face fell as he said that little bit of overshare. He hadn't meant to say that much.

"You're a good friend, you know that?"

[neverjedi]

"You probably should have said something about the hand hurting in cold. There isn't much I can do about it, but I might have managed to make ice skating a little less terrible for you." No pause though he looks alarmed at the rush of words, and more alarmed as they go on. "No, I don't know. I don't think I am. I let you fall and I made you uncomfortable. That's not being a good friend!"

[darkforcerising]

"You didn't push me!" Anakin said back. "And you didn't make me uncomfortable. I'm generally uncomfortable with everything because, well," he lifted his prosthetic hand. "My hand- non-existent anymore hand. Everything new is uncomfortable. Old things are uncomfortable. You didn't do anything wrong."