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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

"Today we will offer you the opportunity of sparring against each other," Leto said when everyone had gathered. "Zack and I will be here to assist you, or spar if you like. The combination of improving your skills and learning the strengths and weaknesses of your friends makes this extremely useful." He smiled. "And fun."

"So," Zack said, practically chirping yet again as he stepped forward to speak, "what we need you guys to do is to pair off, find a spot here on the lawn where you won't get in anyone else's way, and spar. Please, be careful to take it slowly at first. Understand that there are people who have far, far more experience than others in this field. It can't hurt to compare notes first, to try to judge if you're going to be wildly unbalanced or not."

"Exactly," Leto replied. "This is practise and we shouldn't have to take anyone to the clinic. If you have questions or concerns, talk to us."

"Same as if anyone does end up hurt." Zack nodded. "I have potions and healing Materia on hand just in case. Okay guys, have at it!"

[~~After~~ the OCD is up!]

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Ben grinned at her, but kept a few feet away.

You know, so they wouldn't end up kissing or something.

Hey. They could totally go at least one reserves meeting without kissing.

Grinning at each other like doofs, on the other hand -- that might be a different story, because Tahiri was grinning back at him over her glass of juice.

"You have juice," said the always observant Jedi type.

"And it's good," replied the other Jedi, the very informative one. "Want some?"

"Please," Ben said politely. "I forgot to ask--is anyone coming to visit you this weekend?"

Tahiri brought him a cup of juice; she was nice like that. "Not that anyone's told me. I don't know who would, anyway; they're all so busy right now."

"What's going on?" Ben asked, looking worried. "Will you be heading back soon?"

"I don't think so," she reassured him. "But everybody I know's involved in this war somehow."

Ben pursed his lips. "Yeah. It should hurry up and end. Other me is getting tired of living in the Maw."

And current Ben was tired of stressing out.

"That'd be nice," Tahiri said, reaching out to touch his arm. "I know you're not a big fan of me and Jaina having to go back."

"At least you tell me when you're going back," Ben said quietly. "I never know if she's with John or off getting shot at."

Tahiri let her fingers trail down his arm to his hand. "I know. I hate that too. She left me a message a couple of weeks ago when she had to go back, but that was new. But she's got way more responsibilities than I do."

"Runs in the family," Ben said. "It's why I worry."

"I worry about her too," Tahiri murmured. "Maybe more, because she's happier than my Jaina."

"So she has more to lose?" Ben guessed.

Tahiri exhaled slowly and nodded. "Yeah. Pretty much, yeah. And I don't know if I consider my Jaina at home a friend the way I do this one."

Ben reached out and squeezed her fingers. "Is she another workaholic no-fun forgets how to smile Jaina?"

Tahiri squeezed back and admitted, "She's well on the way there. Last time I was home Leia's big project was trying to get her to take a vacation and I don't think it was working too well."

"Well, you do know that Jaina is the only person fighting in the war," Ben said, sarcasm sharp enough to cut things. "The rest of the galaxy will fall apart if she decided to disappear for a week."

She squeezed his hand, extending a wave of comfort. "See why I get along with Jaina here better?"

Ben nodded. "I love that I don't have to explain my family to you," he said quietly.

Tahiri tamped down a brief impulse to be jealous that he had a family, dysfunctional as it might be. "Makes it awfully convenient, doesn't it? Come here," she said, going to pull him into a light hug.

Just a hug. That was all.

Ben really needed the hug, so he held on tightly.

But no kissing! He was quite proud of himself.

Well, it was going to be a kind of clingy hug now that she could tell he'd needed it. "Love you," she reminded him gently. "You going to be okay?"

"Once the weekend's over," he promised. He hadn't let go yet.

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