He wasn't surprised to hear that Obi-Wan had found Anakin so soon after his attacking Ezra, but that didn't do much to offset the stirrings of anxiety deep within his gut. Contrary to their brightened surroundings, Qui-Gon could feel the air around him chill.

So much for the not literal thing.

For a brief moment, his breath clouded in front of his mouth before he tempered his emotion. It didn't disappear entirely, but he didn't push for any more. That would only lead to a frustrating internal conflict and make things worse.

With a heartfelt thanks to that fateful encounter with Darth Maul on Naboo, Qui-Gon never had the chance to fully process or experience Obi-Wan's transition from Padawan to Knight, let alone to a fellow Jedi Master. With this conversation alone, he felt himself falling into old habits. Comfortable habits. Habits that came about in a time when everything was so much more simple in retrospect. In that moment Obi-Wan was his apprentice once again--an apprentice who needed some hot tea and a stern discussion about hanging with the wrong crowd. As such, the apology was met with a deft nod and nothing else. Qui-Gon had other things on his mind.

"Kitchen. Now."

Without waiting for a positive or negative word from Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon turned on his heel and started walking.

They had a lot to talk about and a cold to take care of.