Office hours [all day]

[sith_happened]

After a quick trip to the Isle of Ikea to replace all of the broken glassware, Anakin's office was back to its normal state of cleanliness.

He turned on some soothing music from Ithor and waited to see how many students came in to see what he'd told their guardians.

The door was open.

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[glacial_queen]

From Karla's expression, she was also having a bit of trouble with it. Or maybe that was just her swallowing back the, 'Anakin, the bitch needed killing' argument.

Because, really. She had.

"I was pretty upset when I came home, especially since it happen just days after the thing with the island and the rifts," she continued. "But I've been feeling better lately...until the bit in the theater. I just sort of panicked." She sounded disgruntled by that.

Because, clearly, a month after she was nearly killed and ripped someone's heart out, she should be fine.

[sith_happened]

"You've been spending too much with my grandson," Anakin noted. "No one is supposed to be fine a month after something like that occurs. Not unless you are completely heartless, and I don't think that applies to you."

[glacial_queen]

Anakin was pitting her common sense against her belief that she should Always Be Fine, Dammit. It was hard to tell which one was winning.

"What can I do?" she asked finally. "I don't want to be that girl who breaks down and cries all the time."

[sith_happened]

Anakin gave her a slightly amused smile. "There are options in between the two extremes," he said. "Coming here is a good first step. Being extremely honest with yourself is another one."

[glacial_queen]

"I'm honest!" Karla protested.

[sith_happened]

"Being brutally honest with myself," Anakin said, "was never my strength and that flaw led me into some trouble."