It is good to see those eyes focus on him, relieving and reassuring, and grounding in a way Anakin really can't (yet) appreciate or express. The reaction is a girn so bright and broad it threatens to split Anakin's face, the tiny fidgety movements of his hands and shoulders more his typical trying-and-failing-to-be-still than anything else. "Yes Master," he interjected at his name.

His mouth echoed the words silently, stamping the confusion in his mind, working quickly to understand that yes, there is something very wrong with the time, as if someone tried to scattershot debris into a strong wind and their own trajectories muddle the current. "Didn't you say not shaving was itchy?" How he managed to get that question out between Obi-Wan's answer and question, the Force alone knew.

But having his hair ruffled, the open warm affection from his Master is welcome and Anakin pressed his head just a little into that. "Well you need to take a break. Act a bit winded, or even fake a small injury so it looks like you can't finish, and then do so." Yes, he has put on shows of piloting in order to scrump up something for him and his mother to have. "Ooooooooor pretend to train someone to run it too."