[She hesitates, but after a moment, she capitulates, carefully sliding nearer to him. The cot creaks a little under them--you get used to it eventually.]
As fascinating as being caged in substandard ships is, we have business on Endor. [She pauses.] By the time we get back, it'll probably be business on Coruscant.
[ somewhere, or something, whatever. he's content with sitting close with her now, enjoying her company, and he settles back against the wall to close his eyes. ]
[...But I don't like not knowing goes unsaid, but it's obvious enough in the way her voice trails off. She watches him relaxing into their little embrace, the corners of her mouth slinking up as he closes his eyes.
How he can be quite so relaxed about the uncertainty at home, she might never know, but it's awfully tempting to try to mimic it. Impetuously, she kisses his cheek.]
[ han has perfected the art of relaxation in times of stress, mostly because there's not much else to do but wait. the man had been perfectly content to chill on the death star until obi-wan kenobi opened the doors, after all. and he has leia, and luke, and they're safe. there's not much more he can ask for while being held prisoner.
his lips twitch upward at the kiss on the cheek. ]
[ he could take a nap right, to be honest, and leia is nice and warm resting up against him. he knows he needs to figure a way out of here, and he knows he needs to do it as soon as possible, but he has most of what he needs to get by every day here. han can survive, and be patient, for now.
han is quiet for a few more seconds before speaking again, tone lazy. ]
Pretty sure if I needed a reason, I'd never get anything.
[Despite everything--the dimming spectre of Jabba, their current location, the fact that she's been sleeping on a cot that looks like it belongs in a tent and eating cubes of protein product--she can't help but start to feel overwhelmingly comfortable. Han's voice is a fond rumble, his arm a familiar weight around her. Her own answer is a lazy smile and her head tilting a little to rest against his.]
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Date: 2016-01-19 02:53 am (UTC)As fascinating as being caged in substandard ships is, we have business on Endor. [She pauses.] By the time we get back, it'll probably be business on Coruscant.
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Date: 2016-01-20 05:23 am (UTC)[ somewhere, or something, whatever. he's content with sitting close with her now, enjoying her company, and he settles back against the wall to close his eyes. ]
I'm sure someone's got it under control.
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Date: 2016-01-20 06:43 pm (UTC)[...But I don't like not knowing goes unsaid, but it's obvious enough in the way her voice trails off. She watches him relaxing into their little embrace, the corners of her mouth slinking up as he closes his eyes.
How he can be quite so relaxed about the uncertainty at home, she might never know, but it's awfully tempting to try to mimic it. Impetuously, she kisses his cheek.]
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Date: 2016-01-22 03:37 am (UTC)his lips twitch upward at the kiss on the cheek. ]
What was that for?
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Date: 2016-01-22 06:00 pm (UTC)She settles back into his side, giving him a little smile bordering on smug.]
I need a reason?
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Date: 2016-01-23 12:58 am (UTC)[ he could take a nap right, to be honest, and leia is nice and warm resting up against him. he knows he needs to figure a way out of here, and he knows he needs to do it as soon as possible, but he has most of what he needs to get by every day here. han can survive, and be patient, for now.
han is quiet for a few more seconds before speaking again, tone lazy. ]
Pretty sure if I needed a reason, I'd never get anything.
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Date: 2016-01-23 02:30 am (UTC)You're your own reason, Han.
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Date: 2016-01-25 01:56 am (UTC)[ under his breath, amused, and he draws his fingers along her arm, in quiet thought.
stuck with her, that's not so bad. ]