Not the strangest adjustment, by any means - that dubious honor goes to being left without any connection to the Force - but nonetheless difficult to wrap his head around is the sheer existence of Anakin Skywalker. In Obi-Wan's recent memory, the boy hardly comes up to his elbow, earnest and uncertain with sun-bleached hair and so many worries.
The young man that exists here is taller than Obi-Wan himself, confident and skilled, his hair grown dark and wavy with age. Though he still exudes those same worries - it is still Anakin, despite it all - Obi-Wan is left reeling in the face of the reality that Anakin will, in fact, grow up one day, his braid severed and his head full of lessons that Obi-Wan doesn't remember teaching him.
The weight is heavy. He both itches to know more and fears what he might learn. It's an anxiety he should dismiss, and he knows it, but every time he looks at Anakin he just wonders what he's been through. The dangers he's faced - that scar that stretches over his face - and the ways Obi-Wan may have let him down. It makes it difficult to speak to the boy - man, rather - when they are coming from such very different places, neither one quite like how the other remembers him. But it would be a much more impossible task to ignore Anakin. This is the only tie to the life he remembers, the one he wants to return to, and besides that he is just as stubborn as Obi-Wan remembers (and then some). Within a day of his arrival the two have swapped addresses; years spent living in the same small quarters are not chipped away so easily, though Obi-Wan does warn him sternly that he has a roommate now, Anakin, these apartments aren't designed for three people.
Anakin does not provide him with the same advice. He chimes at the door just once or twice before finding it unlocked and stepping inside the dimly lit living space. "Anakin—"
The individual that seems to have been in the process of heading for the door is not Anakin. In fact, it looks to be a... droid, maybe, but in his short time sleuthing around ENCOY Obi-Wan has learned that here that descriptor is no metric of an entity's intelligence. Still, he flounders for all of a second before straightening up and inclining his head stiffly. "My apologies. It seems he neglected to inform me he has a roommate." He offers it - them? her? - a rueful, tight-lipped smile. "I'm not normally in the habit of barging in without knocking."
