"Yeah," Kanan said, arms crossing over his chest again once Peter was on his feet. "We can walk. Want to head back to my place, have some... tea... or something?"

He'd offer Peter the caf he'd gotten last weekend, but he wasn't feeling actively homicidal, as annoyed as he was to have the Force hanging around the edges of his consciousness, with him not wanting to nudge it aside. That lightning had left him more shaken than he wanted to admit.

"Pet the dog. Level with one another a bit."