So wrapped in his musings that he’d let situational awareness slide, Tag caught Les unawares. Realizing that he’d been caught off his guard, he flew to his feet with surprising quickness, pulling his saber to him through the Force so that it reached his hand before his feet hit the floor, but he stopped short of snapping it on, realizing at the same time just who it was that had invaded his room. All at once he locked the things he’d been turning over in his mind into a safe place; and as they faded from the fore of his thoughts and he looked his new mentor in the eye, all that they had discussed in her office that day as well as his honest and bare plea for help flooded his mind. He felt color rise to his cheeks, and he had to catch himself from casting his gaze elsewhere.
“What the heck is going on?” Janet asked groggily as she came up behind the group gathering in the doorway to Les’ room. “Is there another attack?” she questioned, coming more awake.
“Of a sort,” Tag said, keeping her gaze steadily upon her apprentice.
“I’m fine,” Les said defensively. “I’m just…I don’t know.”
“Playing with fire,” Tag suggested. “You heard me. Up and at em – now.” Turning on her heel, she left the room, leaving Janet and Mark standing there half wondering what was going on, half scared of what this sudden intrusion could mean.
Certainly it had something to do with the Force, which Mark understood but little, putting distance between him and his son. That had been Jinx’s department – and look where that had brought him. Would have been better leaving well enough alone, he determined now, too late. When Les looked to his father, he misinterpreted the frustration he saw there as directed at him; while in actuality, he was cursing the late Jedi master – and himself, for making such a terrible error of judgment. In his mother’s eyes was sorrow, while her lips were pressed together in anger; anger, and disappointment, that he would dare endanger this chance he had been given, at such a high price, to turn things right.
Naturally he ought be mistrusted, after all the things he’d done; yet something about that picture, the two of them standing there looking at him like that, and Tag’s sudden intrusion, set badly with him, and he had to willfully block the anger from showing on his face. Wordlessly and betraying no emotion, he gathered his things and obediently followed Tag out the door and into the early morning.