[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: 2016-01-23 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. ]