The Ranger HQ was hit.
And their apartment was blown to crap.
His mom hadn't even been on the planet but he had and he hadn't known she wasn't. Not like she usually told him about her missions but it still kind of sucked to find out that she wasn't in any danger after throwing himself into the line of fire. The relief was enough that he didn't feel even slightly annoyed about it though, not really. Oh sure he made a show of being annoyed but it was just that really; nothing but a show. It would have been a bit weird if he'd just gushed about how happy he was that she was alright.
They were close but he wasn't really the hugging type these days.
Trouble with finding out he was Force sensitive was finding out abilities one at a time and having no clue if he was doing them right or if he was just imagining them. He'd given his mom a hug a couple months ago and gotten a flash of a memory of the gloves she was wearing being used to break a guy's nose. It had been a trippy experience the first time but having it happen again would probably give the game away... and he really didn't want his mom to find out he was one of the space-wizarding-weirdos by deducing it herself from clues.
She deserved to hear it from him directly but he just didn't know how to say it. How was he gonna tell her 'sorry mom but I got magic powers so I guess off I go to wave a laser sword around and get into an eternal war'? She'd made sure he knew how to defend himself but she'd never given him the impression she wanted him in the Rangers, let alone on the front-lines of a war.
He could have done something productive with his time afterward but he didn't feel like it. Hence why he was sitting around, smoking a cigara, with both hands elbow-deep in a swoop bike. It wasn't his bike (which anyone who knew him at all was thankful for) but he'd told the guy he could make it run a bit better so he was doing it.
Crix just wanted to focus on something simple and fixing up a bike counted.