HE REMEMBERS LATE nights like these, in the infancy of their relationship, when Padmé worked long hours as an executive intern for their local government && Anakin’s only way of seeing her without building access was to sneak through a second-story window. The climb is no harder now, for all the age he’s put on between the war && the birth of their children. But now instead of avoiding her boss, he’s avoiding his own daughter. The irony doesn’t escape him, but the reward is worth the risk of upsetting Leia; who still hasn’t taken to her father’s return the way Luke or Padmé have.
He taps lightly on the glass, suspended up the side of the house by only upper body strength && long hours of black ops training.