[Qui-Gon mirrors Obi-Wan before sitting, himself. The woman behind the counter stops by with a pot already steaming and the two exchange smiles before he starts to speak.]
It did.
[He leans his elbows against the edge of the table.]
I suppose my concern is that you're owning too much of the rain.
[Qui-Gon dips his head at Obi-Wan, signaling to his soaked... everything. If that's not an apt metaphor for the disaster his Padawan's life has become, he's not sure what is.]
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It did.
[He leans his elbows against the edge of the table.]
I suppose my concern is that you're owning too much of the rain.
[Qui-Gon dips his head at Obi-Wan, signaling to his soaked... everything. If that's not an apt metaphor for the disaster his Padawan's life has become, he's not sure what is.]