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[indent][indent]He busied himself with the technical procedures and nuances of the ship. His pale fingers skipped from buttons to sliders, from mathematical readouts to images of entire space-systems. He knew where they were going; so those were unnecessary. Even still, he studied the system with all the focus of a padawan. He wanted his mind busy; for his heart to be made deaf with the complications of the starship.  

It didn't take long for him to realize it was failing. He scowled, certain that Odd couldn't see and hence wouldn't worry. He removed what little of his agitation remained in the Force, dampening it with purposeful waves of neutrality. Waves that counteracted any shifts or changes, waves that for some reason caused him to be veiled. 

Hearing Odette draw closer to him caused him to falter in his attempt. His emotions breached through and returned as they were before, an irritable ripple in the Force. A low feral sound thrummed in his throat. 

Her hand grasped his own and he turned away from her; the silence was a slow burn for him. When she finally spoke, his face became taunt with shame. There was nothing like feeling her touch, both physically and in that rare space in the Force but it was her concern that angered him. And even more so to think that he had been trying to keep her in the dark. To her keep her... happy. 

His mind became flushed with emotions and images that felt not his own. It was like watching his life in the boots of someone else. He shook his head of it, neither slowly nor erratically but purposefully. He wanted to reclaim himself. [color=red][b]"I know,"[/b][/color] came his gentle bass.

He stood from the metallic chair, more broken then ever. He could himself splitting. [color=red][b]"Listen, Odd. I just- I just need to meditate in the Force for awhile. Find my center."[/b][/color] His hand, loose and uncoiled tugged from her grasp as he started for the kitchen/meditation chamber. But he paused at the door, letting the swooshing sound of the automatic entrance fill the sterling cabin. 

[color=red][b]"I'm sorry for worrying you. You'll never understand [i]just[/i] how much. If I knew how to be rid of this, how to just be happy with you, Odette. I know the Force has my answers, I just need to find them."[/b][/color] He stood awhile longer at the door, managing a weary but kind smile. [color=red][b]"If at all possible lets keep this between me and you, please?"[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]