That's enough to get Ezra to pause, momentarily jarred out of his worry, because really, Qui-Gon? Really? Dad jokes now?
Ezra is giving him such a look.
"If my soul's that old, wouldn't that make me your dad?"
That familiar gesture, though, and the comfort that comes with it, helps at least to leech out a little of Ezra's tension. Maybe he doesn't know what's going on, and maybe Qui-Gon doesn't either, but he's not facing it alone. That helps.
"Maybe we better. I mean, this can't be normal." Or healthy. Ezra stares at his arms, trying to figure out if they're just a little thinner because he's smaller, or if he's actually a little scrawny too.
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Ezra is giving him such a look.
"If my soul's that old, wouldn't that make me your dad?"
That familiar gesture, though, and the comfort that comes with it, helps at least to leech out a little of Ezra's tension. Maybe he doesn't know what's going on, and maybe Qui-Gon doesn't either, but he's not facing it alone. That helps.
"Maybe we better. I mean, this can't be normal." Or healthy. Ezra stares at his arms, trying to figure out if they're just a little thinner because he's smaller, or if he's actually a little scrawny too.