It's not so surprising that Master Kenobi is waiting for him; it's more the bruskness with which Kanan is met. It had taken the younger Jedi some time and a great deal of communion with the Force in much more directed way than he's utilized in some time, not much since the dawning days of their resistance cell. He'd never thought to seek out Kenobi before; the master's transmission at the end of the war had been broadcast from Coruscant, the seat of the burgeoning Empire's power. But after connecting with Master Yoda on Lothal and the more urgent matter of the Inquisitors, Kanan thought it prudent to make certain. He's learning more and more than his assumptions and prejudices are stymieing progress that could help the entire galaxy.

He hadn't told Ahsoka he was going. Hadn't told anyone where he was going except Hera, and only in the broadest of terms. The Spectres were used to his occasional Force-prompted excursions, especially as of late, but she'd still given him that concerned look that showed she was trying very hard to understand and perhaps failing, but that she accepted his need to go and expected him to come back. There's no illusions that he won't this time, not unless he runs afoul of Imperial agents again, but Tatooine is so far on the Rim he's not even sure the Empire had reached out here yet.

They had, but a cycling transponder and a few extra credits to the right people and he'd landed without issue at Mos Espa, far enough away from the Imperial capital Bestine that he expects he could get back before he's discovered, and into the desert he went.

And now he's here, following one of the most respected Jedi masters of his former life as he brushed into a sandblasted hovel in the middle of nowhere and barely offers a glance.

Kanan runs a hand back through his hair, takes a deep breath through his nose, then exhales. "Master Kenobi, it's, uh..."

"It's a pleasure to see you again" would be an idiotic thing to say.

"It's been awhile."