Psychometry. A complicated yet somewhat rare Force ability. Sometimes Cal was glad to have such a skill, and other times he wasn’t.

He heard and occasionally even saw things that he couldn’t really control. Whether it was just hovering his hand over a stormtrooper helmet — their battle cries filling his ears and mind, which wasn’t too appealing — or even firmly gripping a lightsaber. He only got better at controlling it with time.

During one of his strolls through the Mantis, prompted by another insomnia induced night, Cal saw something so subtle that he almost didn’t even notice.

It was simply your holster for your blaster, which was covered by one of your jackets. He crouched down in front of it, studying it. Should he bring it back to you?

Before he could even grip onto it, that annoying blinding light clouded his vision, forcing him into viewing another echo in the Force, one which had been imprinted by you.

When it finished, he slowly stood up, slinging your holster over his arm, alongside your jacket. You’d been resting in his room, so he figured it would be nice to bring your things to you.

Which he did. When his door opened, he was greeted by your exhausted frame sprawled out on the bed. He snickered at the sight, sitting down beside you as the sleeves of your jacket hit his kneecap.

He poked at your leg with his left index finger, his right hand still gripping onto your belongings.