He can't blame her for steeling herself for the worst. Leia, for all her youth, has lost more than anyone he's ever known. Like hell is he going to be one more thing taken from her. Finally he does lean in to kiss her-- since at last she's not going to take it as a farewell-- though it's brief, barely a hint of what he wants from her. When he pulls back it's far enough to shift, trying to snake his arm around her, pull her close against him.
"C'mere."
Perhaps he ought to say they should go back to the party, the camp they've set up there, but the moss is soft and the forest old enough that it's quiet, here. It feels, for the moment, like they're the only two people on this moon, and that suits him because it means he doesn't have to share her.
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He can't blame her for steeling herself for the worst. Leia, for all her youth, has lost more than anyone he's ever known. Like hell is he going to be one more thing taken from her. Finally he does lean in to kiss her-- since at last she's not going to take it as a farewell-- though it's brief, barely a hint of what he wants from her. When he pulls back it's far enough to shift, trying to snake his arm around her, pull her close against him.
"C'mere."
Perhaps he ought to say they should go back to the party, the camp they've set up there, but the moss is soft and the forest old enough that it's quiet, here. It feels, for the moment, like they're the only two people on this moon, and that suits him because it means he doesn't have to share her.