Yale, Monday night [way late]

It had been a long, long few days, and Anakin had spent the time since he'd arrived back from Colorado staring at the walls of his office and hoping he'd done the right thing.

He knew he had office hours the next day. He knew that it would be a long drive up and back.

He didn't care.

Which was why he slipped into Rory's suite with the key she'd given him--after checking to make sure Paris wasn't around (she looked like she could wield a mean frying pan)--and slid into bed with her.

Now he could relax.

Cannonball - Damien Rice

Office hours

Anakin was back to working on his Ethics class project: a dozen droid babies.

Who now cried on command.

Anakin was an evil, evil teacher.

He was a little late getting there (traffic from Connecticut had been a mess), but the door was open and he was available to be talked to.



Goodbye To You - Michelle Branch