[With Qui-Gon's injury, Ezra doesn't dare lean in for the hug he wants. His father's hand on his cheek is the closest he can get, so Ezra leans into that instead, closing his eyes for a moment to try to keep the tears back that keep threatening to well up. Emotion, yet peace, he knows, he knows, but it's so hard when he'd been so scared.
Still, a steadying breath helps, and so does his own innate stubbornness that flares at Qui-Gon's words. Ezra opens his eyes to pin Qui-Gon with a look that Qui-Gon would probably recognize if he ever watched his own expressions in a mirror.]
That's not true. You matter, too. You taught me that no one person is more important than another, so don't you dare say I'm the only thing that counts.
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Date: 2017-09-07 03:53 pm (UTC)Still, a steadying breath helps, and so does his own innate stubbornness that flares at Qui-Gon's words. Ezra opens his eyes to pin Qui-Gon with a look that Qui-Gon would probably recognize if he ever watched his own expressions in a mirror.]
That's not true. You matter, too. You taught me that no one person is more important than another, so don't you dare say I'm the only thing that counts.