Honestly, after whatever the hell the weekend had been, spending some time with his baby - the
Ebon Hawk - by himself was exactly what Atton had needed. He had at least four more days before avoiding Coruscant would get suspicious; he could take the time to take the scenic road, hit the throttle until he saw lines, and mess around with the Hawk's non-essential internal systems.
He was no mechanics junkie the way Skywalker was, but there was something really soothing about poking around the wiring and hitting things with a hydrospanner that any kind of sentient interaction just didn't live up to. Especially when the T3-unit on board had been meticulously memory wiped and put into storage when it wasn't needed, so he didn't have anyone whistling into his ear, either.
The general peace of mind he had going on lasted right up until he actually hit the Nathema system. And then it took a dive. Fast.
( In which going to a dead planet turns out to be every bit the fantastic idea it isn't. )[[ nfb, nfi, referencing the book that shall not be named. ]]