[She's dreamt of you - his eyes snap up, all pretense lost in some brief show of unguarded sincerity where his expression is too open, too--
He doesn't know. Cynicism and bitterness were his only truths for what feels like ages. Long enough for his father to grow old, for the whole world to turn upside down and leave him here in some too small space with emotion welling like a knot inside his chest.
If he sees her, he'll never want to leave; it's a dangerous gambit.
He swallows, dry and audible.] You've stayed by her side.
[It's a compliment. The only one he can manage to put to words, even if it doesn't sound like it - he never imagined Han Solo could well and truly function without false freedom. He was wrong.]
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He doesn't know. Cynicism and bitterness were his only truths for what feels like ages. Long enough for his father to grow old, for the whole world to turn upside down and leave him here in some too small space with emotion welling like a knot inside his chest.
If he sees her, he'll never want to leave; it's a dangerous gambit.
He swallows, dry and audible.] You've stayed by her side.
[It's a compliment. The only one he can manage to put to words, even if it doesn't sound like it - he never imagined Han Solo could well and truly function without false freedom. He was wrong.]