A pretty likable guy? More like a dangerously likable guy, and easy on the eyes to boot. This would never have been so difficult if he was easy to leave behind. After three years, dozens of arguments, and a war that's not quite over, Leia knows perfectly well that she's not going to get rid of him entirely. It just seems impossible that he's going to something other than the kind of person she talks to when they can't get out of it.

Or seemed, anyway. He hasn't stormed off yet. And she's selfishly, painfully glad of that. Becoming strangers to each other seemed like the inevitable outcome, but it was something to dread. It's become impossible to imagine a life without Han grousing about something in the corner.

"What I--" she starts, her smile becoming a little less tentative. She's affronted--playfully so, her eyes flashing. "What'd I do to you, flyboy?"