[He knows she's not so weak as to fall victim to any fleeting signs of weakness as Han Solo had, but his expression remains a constant, some low, distant part of him stirred by the idea that she would be so willing to attempt to bolster his defenses as Luke did, once.
As his own mother did, without ever once admitting it.]
Come here.
[It's not a needling demand, nor is it spoken with the expectation that she will: his voice stays quiet, compliant, fingers flexing only briefly as he works to ease where the cuffs bite into his wrists. Adds, only a beat later:] Please.
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As his own mother did, without ever once admitting it.]
Come here.
[It's not a needling demand, nor is it spoken with the expectation that she will: his voice stays quiet, compliant, fingers flexing only briefly as he works to ease where the cuffs bite into his wrists. Adds, only a beat later:] Please.