The nickname lowers his guard just a bit more even though it should do the opposite. The last time anyone had called him that, it had been Padmé.. his chest feels all the tighter at the thought. Anakin's shoulders slump and he snakes his arms around Obi-Wan's middle to finally return the hug that may be a bit too tight for his Master. It's a selfish indulgence, but in the year he's come to Abraxas, he can't say that he cares overly much about it.

"Not here," he manages to choke out. Never in this place, not unless they'd deserved it. He definitely killed a few of the acolytes that had a hand in his recent kidnapping, but it's what they'd deserved.

He stays where he is for just a bit longer before pulling back so he can raise his hand and wipe at the traitorous tears that give him away. Those gold eyes glance quickly at Obi-Wan's face, anxious that he's going to find contempt or something worse- disappointment. Then again, why should that be much different? Obi-Wan was often disappointed in him.

"I didn't arrive with them.. but I can't say I don't deserve them." He thinks about explaining the Horizon and how it can change you or give you new abilities, but maybe it's best someone else introduces it to him.