[He nags because he cares. Because he knows there's a whole galaxy out there full of awful and good people alike that have issues with the name Han Solo-- and sometimes with entirely justified reasons. But more than all that, he nags because he believes without a single doubt aside from that one time he may have been disappointed and said some things he didn't mean Han is a good man. A good friend.
Just...one that has terrible priorities.
The bottle presses squarely into the center of his chest as Han foists it on him; Luke nearly fumbles his blaster in the process, which is-- fine. It's fine. If Han's got him covered, he won't need to use it half as much as he is now. Swaps the container to his left arm, right firm in its refound grip. Thins his lips in a stern frown for half a beat at the reminder (excuse you) before he's off, darting from cover like he means it.
Their ships aren't far: the port's in the center of town, and if they're quick enough getting out with both the Falcon and his own x-wing shouldn't be a problem. At least until he gets to the back door and nearly runs face-first into someone else's fist (doesn't even have time to register what is swinging for him before he has to duck) nearly spilling half the bottle in the process if not for how his hand's clapped hard over the lid.]
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aside from that one time he may have been disappointed and said some things he didn't meanHan is a good man. A good friend.Just...one that has terrible priorities.
The bottle presses squarely into the center of his chest as Han foists it on him; Luke nearly fumbles his blaster in the process, which is-- fine. It's fine. If Han's got him covered, he won't need to use it half as much as he is now. Swaps the container to his left arm, right firm in its refound grip. Thins his lips in a stern frown for half a beat at the reminder (excuse you) before he's off, darting from cover like he means it.
Their ships aren't far: the port's in the center of town, and if they're quick enough getting out with both the Falcon and his own x-wing shouldn't be a problem. At least until he gets to the back door and nearly runs face-first into someone else's fist (doesn't even have time to register what is swinging for him before he has to duck) nearly spilling half the bottle in the process if not for how his hand's clapped hard over the lid.]
--Han!