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[neverjedi]

He retrieved his phone and looked down at it, and began typing in google again. He did pause to look up. "No."

He actually was a little smirky about his non-answer.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin raised an eyebrow and took another drink from his bottle.

Was this suddenly a game?

“Ideological differences about standing armies and foreign relations?”

[neverjedi]

"That isn't a bad theory, actually, and there are elements of trust in how I feel about it today. Nearly ten years ago, the reason was much simpler."

It is a game, now, because if Anakin isn't going to tell him anything, but is going to push, he is at least going to have to work for it.

[darkforcerising]

Ten years before Anakin was sixteen, deep into his plan to join the Air Force and despite willing to enlist into the ideological quandary of America’s foreign policy l, he didn’t think about it like that.

But what was going on ten years before...

“You were inspired by President Obama’s campaign and thought ‘I want to take a bullet for that guy’?”

[neverjedi]

"Also not a horrible theory all things considered, but still no."

He finished with his phone and put it on the table, facedown and hands folded lightly over it.

"I'll give you a hint. It involves the process of being admitted to either, rather than ideology or action."

Actually he was giving Anakin one more guess and then frustration would lead to him either telling Anakin or moving the hell on.

[darkforcerising]

“Hmm...” and then he finally shook his head, I don’t know the process of joining the FBI, so I don’t have enough information to make a guess. I have to give up.”

[neverjedi]

" When did you stop doing motocross?"

He flashed a faint, but sincere smile. No malice, no sadism, but just a hint of something playfully bratty in his abrupt subject change.

[darkforcerising]

Turn about was fair play. “When I graduated high school.” And he figured he’d give just a little bit more information than that. “I was seventeen.”

[neverjedi]

"Did you enlist immediately after graduation?"

He figured turn about was fair play in a number of ways. Including trusting Anakin to tell him to piss off when he hit the wall.

[darkforcerising]

“Basically. Soon as the recruitment office was open the following Monday.” That was easy to explain. It didn’t hurt too much to explain that part.

“Shipped up to Colorado after my birthday.”

[neverjedi]

"Sounds like a long term goal."

Dammit, he didn't want to be being careful about this, but apparently even committed to being a brat he could not, at least a little.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin scoffed softly, and looked down at his bottle.

“It was.”

And that was a bit too close to the truth of things both glaringly obvious and yet not confirmed.

“So you skate, play chess - what else do you do?”

[neverjedi]

That was pretty close to confirmation, actually, and the looking down was also pretty close to confirmation of how new it was.

"Work, mostly." Those three things kept him pretty well occupied and entertained. "I didn't join the military because I couldn't pass the physical. Come skating with me, Anakin."

He would have left it, had Anakin given him a no.

But Anakin hadn't.

He'd just avoided.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin felt a version of that - he was discharged for lack of a whole physical body.

“Those bastards,” he said. His tone becoming more light again.

“Go skating? Right now?”

[neverjedi]

Anakin had felt a much more painful version of that.

"I was going to suggest Saturday morning, but if this is a strike while the iron is hot and before you can talk yourself out of it situation, yes. Right now."

[darkforcerising]

“Yes,” Anakin said. “We should go now. But not because I’ll talk myself out of it but because I have a short attention span and I can’t promise I won’t get distracted before then.”

[neverjedi]

That made him laugh, but he nodded and got up. "All right. Go flag down a cab while I pay our tab, then. You can pick between private space and public." Rockafeller Plaza or Aviator.

[darkforcerising]

“Cab? How old are you?” He was pulling out his phone and ordering an Uber.

He finished off his rootbeer and then went outside to wait for the ride.

[neverjedi]

He shoots Anakin an amused look, pays their tab, leaves a tip and then headed out. "I'm thirty-two."

Uber. Fun. New experiences all around.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin just stared at Obi-Wan. “You’re not even an old Millennial. I have so many questions”

[neverjedi]

"I seem to keep creating that situation for you. Where did you decide we were going?"

What's to stare at? There are cabs. And a subway. And buses. And -

[darkforcerising]

“Your Aviator place. How many apps do you have on your phone?” Anakin was acting like he’d found a unicorn and had to seize the moment. “Tell me you are familiar with Ninties cartoons. How many industries have you helped your generation murder?”

[neverjedi]

He'd been about to answer the first question, but they kept coming and he got very bewildered looking, very quickly. "...What?"

[darkforcerising]

“I’m just trying figure you out,” he said with an amused smile.

Their ride pulled up and Anakin opened the door.

“How do you feel about Eighties children’s movies?”

[neverjedi]

He got into the car, but was still pretty blank. "There has to be a better way and I don't know, which 80s children's movies in particular?"