They stayed like that for a long time, in each other's arms, their breathing evening out until it fell into perfect unison. He was reminded, again, of the times they'd fought, not each other but side by side, always perfectly in sync.

At their feet, there was a sudden tittering, the skittering of little feet on the Falcon's entrance ramp, and Ben looked down to see a Porg blinking up at them curiously.

"I can't be the only one to find those things unnerving," he said flatly, though there was a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.