"I'd fucking ask for them..." || continued from here || @nulluse
While Obi-Wan's intentions were pure, he perhaps should have taken a better look at who exactly was nursing the alcohol while watching the news reels. Instead, he had followed the thread of pain that sparked and wanted to offer his comforts.
That decision effectively slapped him in the face as he felt the hot flash of anger burst in the Force as soon as the words left his lips. Regret flashes over Obi-Wan's expression as he takes a physical step back at the blow of Jaing's emotions.
Usually, Obi-Wan was so good with people. His natural affinity for empathy, even without the Force, was both his strength and weakness. His greatest challenge as a Jedi, at the end of the day. Taking a centering breath, he had to remind himself that Jaing was grieving and did not have the proper tools to do so healthily.
How can Obi-Wan fault him for that?
"My apologies," he acquiesces with a slight bow of his head. He turns to leave and then stops himself after a moment before turning back. For a moment, it looks like he's going to change his mind as the possible consequences of his next words flutter before him like a book, but then he makes his decision.
"I have a bottle of Corellian in my quarters...you and your men will most likely put it to better use than I." It's a peace offering, but more than that, it's an offer of contraband. It's not a General speaking to a soldier. This is Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Jedi offering. The offer can be received well or blow up in his face.
Obi-Wan doesn't know Jaing well enough to be able to know, but he figures he doesn't really have much to lose. The soldier doesn't like him anyway.