She smiled at him, clearly accepting the invitation.
They walked rather slowly towards her room, a mere 10 meters down the hall.
This wasn't a very good plan. A minute to talk, and no idea what to say. He thought to himself, cursing his lasting unease from their night out on Korriban. It was almost as if he had two people controlling his emotions and actions. Whichever part of me decided to act chivalrous without any good plan deserves to be shot. He frowned. He saw that they had stopped... probably a moment ago, actually. He also saw the recognition on Anya's stare that she had noticed his frown.
"What's wrong, Trych?" She asked.
"I, uh... Hey listen... about..."
She interrupted him, seeing the unease about the obvious subject matter. "Hey, Trych..."
He looked up and made eye contact, his voice trailing off.
"You know, I'm here for you any time you feel the need to talk. Really, about anything. On the other hand though, you don't need to force anything. We've got time to worry about things later.... well... later. One way or the other. All the time in the world." She winked at him.
She turned on her toes and went into her room without another glance at him.
Damn.
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