Anakin ran a hand through his hair, careful to turn to watch her again, already regretting allowing the words past his lips. He hadn't meant to say it, but he'd been frustrated and it slipped. Besides, she'd been so open with him. Maybe it was his turn to return it.

Watching her mouth form a sentence, he looked away, fiddling with the end of his tie. "I, uhm, I'm deaf. I have been for about three years." And it was really frustrating for him to have lost something so important. Especially when he took it for granted so long.