Anakin's office [from noon onwards]

[sith_happened]

Anakin had spent the morning over at the Trooper Station interrogating interrogating his new staff: since he'd worked with various clones before (and was uniquely aware of their more...esoteric programming), he'd spent time with each one individually, asking about their duties at the Trooper Station, their thoughts about Fandom, and what happened if he said "Implement Order 66."

Turned out, nothing, but it was worth checking.

He went over to his office at the school around lunchtime, flipped on the link to Katniss's world (a habit he'd gotten into since she'd left), and was getting ready to write down his impressions about yesterday's class when he realized that he wasn't listening to the usual noises from Panem.

He was tuned into the Reaping. District 9, it looked like. Cursing under his breath, Anakin reached into a desk drawer and began leaving handwavey messages for the list of people Katniss had left for him to talk to.

From his spot behind his desk, he reached out through the Force to close the door. Today's office hours were by invitation only.

[OOC: For those who are watching the Reaping, and NFB.]

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[wwiii]

It didn't take long for Warren to seek out Wesley in the group, and he made his way over to him, offering the poor guy a nod.

He looked rough. Warren didn't blame him in the least, and he couldn't help but look worried, himself.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Rough was a good way to describe him right now. Wesley nodded back. He appreciated the acknowledgment, even if he couldn't exactly manage to speak very much.

[wwiii]

Well, for what it was worth, Warren wasn't going to go expecting Wesley to be some kind of stunning conversationalist today, anyhow.

"Hanging in there?"

Okay, maybe a couple of syllables. Here and there.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Loaded question, Warren.

"Somewhat," Wesley admitted, and left it at that. "I -- I -- and yourself?"

[wwiii]

Warren just quirked something that desperately failed at being a smile, and lifted one shoulder in a halfhearted shrug.

"Been better," he admitted. "I..." Yeah, he was kind of at a loss for words, himself. "... Look, if there's anything I can do, Wesley..."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Wesley said, and meant it. "I -- I'll let you know if there is."

No, he'd hide out in his room and have a meltdown. But he wasn't going to say that.

[wwiii]

"Good," Warren replied, nodding faintly.

He was pretty much the same way, when it came to asking for help. So, at least, he knew to swing by to check up on the guy. Wesley wasn't off the hook so easily, damn it.

He reached up a hand, giving Wesley a gentle pat on the shoulder. He didn't say anything else, though. What else was there to say? Especially when you knew that it wasn't going to be okay?

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, and -- "

Talking? Not Wesley's strong point today, but he'd do it for Warren.

"Thank you," he finished, a bit awkwardly. "And if you need anything, I can, ah, try to assist you."

Like he would be so much help.

[wwiii]

Warren actually did quirk a smile at that, though it was a tiny, somewhat uneasy one, at best.

"I'll keep that in mind, okay?"

Yeah. He wasn't going to be asking for anything for a while.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Well, you know. Wasn't like Wesley would be so forthcoming either. So neither of them would be asking the other for help. Made sense.

He nodded, and forced a little smile. "Sounds like a plan."