Thanks for the reviews! I wasn't planning on updating this, actually, but I guess I will. I was actually trying to write something completely different and use the first chapter as a prologue of sorts, but ended up with no ideas. I'll try my best with angst though :)

I'm sorry you didn't understand, Storm - can I call you Storm? - but that's great! That's why I like reviews. It makes me a better writer and gets me higher grades in school.

Ezra is not running away. He's going to forget about the fact that he cares for the crew (or try his best to neglect it at least) and continue to pretend he doesn't want to be loved. So cheesy...

Also, the last paragraph. Even I thought that could've been written out better, but I was eager to upload so... He sleeps in the same room as Zeb so waking the big guy up would be bad. That's all it meant.

And thanks for the Tseebo part. I'll fix it right away!

"Kanan, stop."

Said Jedi cowboy, or whom was highly alike one, flinched, snapping his head to look at Ezra.

"What? I'm not doing anything."

"Exactly! You're not even giving me that 'do or do not. Never try' doohickey. Usually you'd be drowning me in training by now."

"I don't drown you in training," Kanan stood straighter, suddenly less sullen than before.

"I fell off a ship," Ezra stated as a matter of fact. Kanan winced.

"That was your own fault?" It was more a question than an accusation, but Ezra understood the intention.

"Yeah, lack of discipline and all that," Ezra waved it off, "You're still doing nothing but staring at...whatever's over there..." He looked over to the field Kanan had indeed been burning a hole through, narrowing his eyes - yet again - to see if he could catch anything.

Nothing.

"What are you staring at?"

Ezra looked up. "Whatever you were. There is nothing of interest in there," he pointed towards the empty field, "so you're probably thinking of something. That's not my problem," though Ezra really wanted to know, "but it's interrupting my training, so it's no use being here."

Kanan deflated. "Yeah. Sorry... I- I just can't believe what a horrible teacher I am to you."

"And I'm a horrible student," Ezra responded, focusing on not sounding too concerned, "Now stop thinking like that and teach, Teach."

"Ezra, you don't understand. You used the force incredibly well, but you also got hurt."

"No I didn't." He hadn't. He'd passed out, yeah, but he'd been alright - if not a bit cold - afterwards.

"You almost fell to the dark side."

Ezra's face scrunched up, glaring at Kanan for pointing it out. Lately, he'd felt that it was a stupid way to go. And Ezra was not stupid (or at least wasn't about to let stupidity be his demise).

"Well, I'm sorry. We can't all be strong powerful-"

"It was my fault, Ezra. You have no reason to apologize." Kanan glared, not menacingly but chastising.

Ezra took a deep breath. He knew that. He still couldn't help but wish he was better now. Kanan had almost died! And all he could do was get angry and pass out.

"It's my lack of discipline," Ezra said, looking anywhere but at Kanan. Both of them knew that was true.

"Ezra-" Or maybe not. Kanan still insisted on it being his fault.

"Look Kanan," Ezra took a step back toward the Ghost, "I'm not the touchy-feely type and you know that. I came here to learn how to be a Jedi. If we're not practicing today, I'll just go back." For a split second, Kanan seemed to panic.

"Back in," Ezra emphasized. He wasn't going back to the streets, if that's what Kanan had been worried about, and secretly, Ezra was touched. He remained poker, however.

Kanan calmed down but stayed silent and Ezra took that as an okay. He turned around and stepped into the ship, not looking back despite wanting to do so, so much!

But before he entered completely, he paused to speak again.

"And stop saying you're a bad teacher. I already said this. We're perfect for each other, so stop beating yourself up."

And he left.

Stupid stupid stupid! He slapped himself in the forehead repeatedly. That made it sound like he cared - which he did, but he would never admit it!

However, it was unacceptable and simply illogical for Kanan to be upset over him. If he showed he cared for Ezra then Ezra would have to leave.

So the boy put the situation in the back of his mind, like he usually did to meaningful moments between him and the crew members.

He knew he was stalling. It was dangerous to care and Ezra was starting to care!

But happiness made him a bit needy, and what was he if not selfish?

I'm sorry. I've failed you! I wanted angst and ended up giving you guys hurt/comfort. I so sorry!

Plus, it's short and unstable. I've wasted your time, I know, but I can't answer Stormcutter through PM and someone asked for an update and I really don't want to do the 'Profiles in Courage' essay thing so I'll stall till the last second or something.

I won't name these chapters. If you've seen my HTTYD 'watching the movie' fic then you know I tend to speculate over the chapter's name in the AN, but not for this.

See ya (If I dare continue this travesty)