"Hello, Vanya. And no, I don't believe we've met," Obi-Wan says, hands tucked into the sleeves of his robe, his forearms folded over one another. He appraises the young man with some amusement, unable to see him as anything but a younger version of the man he loves very much.

This Nathan, on the other hand, is practically vibrating with energy.

"This is Obi-Wan Kenobi!" he nearly shouts at Vanya. "He's a fuckin' Jedi. All zhoom zhoom." He makes noises similar to the humming of Obi-Wan's lightsaber and guides his arms back and forth as if he's holding one, then grins. "I can't believe you know a fuckin' Jedi."

"Was Vanya levitating you?" Obi-Wan asks, lips pressed together in amusement.

"What? Oh, yeah, it's cool, mate," the curly haired boy says. "I can't die."