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[ The stranger looks up at him and Anakin stops trying to understand what he's doing - it doesn't have to be complicated at all, after all. They're here at a social gathering, they're both not particularly anxious to join the crowd and Anakin has the imprints of his naked upperbody all over the insides of his robe, so you know. They could do this. They could seek each other out intentionally just as well as incidentally, what difference does it make? He pushes all thoughts of Padmé from his mind for now - she's not waiting up for him, after all, and she might not even want to meet up for dinner tomorrow as they'd originally planned. At this point, he wouldn't even be surprised.

He can walk this path for a little while without her. It's temporary. It isn't forever - marriage is. Death.

Not a fight that they can't even find a proper way to have. ]

I'm Anakin.

[ Pause. Skywalker, he should add, to keep things properly formal but they aren't necessarily going to talk again, are they? The Senators attending this gathering come from all over the galaxy - and with the other man looking distinctively human (though looks can deceive, he's well aware, he's had Obi-Wan's awkward lecture on intergalactic genitalia, thanks, even if they're both pretending it never happened), there's really no telling where he comes from, whether it's a planet he's heard of. He might only be on Coruscant for this event, who knows?

Besides, his last name is a matter of family. His mother lies dead in the sands.

Gaze slipping sideways, darkness churning in his chest for a split-second before he remembers himself, he takes a small breath and glances back at the other man, trying for half a smile. ]

You?

[ He sets off down the hallway, timing his pace to the other man's as they walk. ]

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