"Are we sure it's human?" Anakin asked, laughing. "I don't judge."

"I'm okay," Anakin said. "We talked a bit about the Golden Rule in class. I'm thinking of investing in a tranq gun to use on Sokka."

"He has a really short fuse," Anakin said with a tired sigh, "and I don't want to have to buy new desks."

"Cute," Anakin said, the eye roll practically audible. "I didn't leap over desks in class trying to take a swing at people, though. Not even Logan."

"Someone called him 'ponytail boy'," Anakin said, reaching a hand back to try to massage some of the tension out of his shoulder and sighing again. "I'm clearly a terrible teacher."

"He got pretty fired up in the next class, too," Anakin said, sounding tired. "The topics aren't that provoking."

"I can't exactly invite him into my office and demand to know his secret pain," Anakin said, smiling a little about being described as a sparkplug. "If he disrupts class again, he's getting detention."

"There always is around here," Anakin said quietly.

There was a pause.

"I miss you."

"But you'll be back in less than two weeks," Anakin said, who knew to the hour how long it would be.

Anakin's forehead creased with worry. "You're sure you're all right," he pressed.

Anakin pressed the button immediately and his worried face was soon smiling at her.

"Hi, you," he said softly. "You look comfortable."

"If she does, you put her on the phone with me," Anakin said, eyes flashing. "You need a nap, not an inconsiderate Gamorrean-dating roommate."