You, having been upset for whatever reason, had opted to stay in Anakin’s bed and cry instead of carrying out the picnic date plans with him. The dorms, since the college they went to was fancy, were setup like apartments— so when the front door opened, it had to be Anakin, because he instantly opened the door to his room and went over to you, taking you into his arms as you cried hysterically. He gently rocked back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. „Darling, it‘s alright..“