"And then I'll have to shower and clean my laundry," Kanan quipped, standing and, with a little bit of false bravado, making his way to the door after Obi-Wan.

The Force itself wouldn't hurt him. He got that. It had never actively caused him harm before, and even when it insinuated itself in his life these days, it was always to give him warnings, or little boosts that would help him along in desperate situations. It was like an old friend, occasionally nudging at him to remind him that it was still there, whenever he wanted to come back to it.

It was too damn patient with him. And he was too afraid that he wouldn't want to let go again if he let it back into his life without a fight.

"I'm pretty sure a little eopie drool hasn't ever hurt anybody before."