[He blinks, caught flat-footed all of a sudden, his mouth dry and his heart beating fast against his chest. He wants to go to her, damn everything else, wants to hold her close and tell her that things will be all right, but—
Well. She wants to be alone, for a few days. All he can do is just be there, when she wants to talk to him.]
[I love you. It's deleted after a few moments of her staring at the three words. They represent a lot. They also represent loss. Is that why she would say them? Now, of all times? She hasn't lost him.
'I killed him. On Starkiller.'
But it's because of how she feels that she would push him away. ]
Where will you be?
[ She shouldn't ask. She feels she has no right to. It isn't like they're exclusive, or have they reached that point and neither has openly admitted to it? That what's going on between them, him staying over more often, them sleeping together, sharing a bed, sometimes the shower; they're committed to one another.
Leia tries one more time. I love you. No, again it's deleted. ]
[His other home, the one he's officially living in. On paper, anyway.
They're not—exclusive, exclusive, but Han hasn't slept with anyone else since that first time they kissed on the Falcon. Hasn't felt much of a need to, because he's not. He's not someone who could sleep around, or even bring himself to. And Leia is.
Leia is.
Leia.]
but I'll be driving around De Chima some
[He always does. He drives around the other cities too, but it's obvious enough that he goes to De Chima more often, for one or two reasons. And he looks down at the communicator, types out I love you. Deletes it. Types it out again, deletes it once more, feeling flat-footed and clumsy.]
[ they're just a pair of flat-footed, clumsy fools in love who don't know how to express it properly.
Heropa 18. That's right. He shared a house with Elena and a few others, as she had. Only he chose to retain it rather than leave completely. A smart move on his part. ]
I lo Sorry.
[ She should stop texting, she isn't thinking straight. Now would be the worst time to say it. Leia rubs between her brows, feels the headache beginning. ]
I appreciate that. Thank you. And I'll. I'll be here. I won't have anywhere else to go.
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I need you. I need you, Han. But I need to also be alone for a few days.
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Well. She wants to be alone, for a few days. All he can do is just be there, when she wants to talk to him.]
okay
but listen
I won't be far
let me know if you want me to come over anytime
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I love you.It's deleted after a few moments of her staring at the three words. They represent a lot. They also represent loss. Is that why she would say them? Now, of all times? She hasn't lost him.'I killed him. On Starkiller.'
But it's because of how she feels that she would push him away. ]
Where will you be?
[ She shouldn't ask. She feels she has no right to. It isn't like they're exclusive, or have they reached that point and neither has openly admitted to it? That what's going on between them, him staying over more often, them sleeping together, sharing a bed, sometimes the shower; they're committed to one another.
Leia tries one more time.
I love you.No, again it's deleted. ]no subject
[His other home, the one he's officially living in. On paper, anyway.
They're not—exclusive, exclusive, but Han hasn't slept with anyone else since that first time they kissed on the Falcon. Hasn't felt much of a need to, because he's not. He's not someone who could sleep around, or even bring himself to. And Leia is.
Leia is.
Leia.]
but I'll be driving around De Chima some
[He always does. He drives around the other cities too, but it's obvious enough that he goes to De Chima more often, for one or two reasons. And he looks down at the communicator, types out I love you. Deletes it. Types it out again, deletes it once more, feeling flat-footed and clumsy.]
I'm just a call away
[That'll have to be enough.]
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Heropa 18. That's right. He shared a house with Elena and a few others, as she had. Only he chose to retain it rather than leave completely. A smart move on his part. ]
I lo
Sorry.
[ She should stop texting, she isn't thinking straight. Now would be the worst time to say it. Leia rubs between her brows, feels the headache beginning. ]
I appreciate that. Thank you. And I'll. I'll be here. I won't have anywhere else to go.