Suddenly, he fought the urge to laugh. The moment felt enormous, impossible and inevitable, relief bubbling up in his chest with such urgency that he felt ready to burst.
Instead, he let out a strangled sound, lifting a hand to her face, her hair slipping through his fingers. He'd touched her with such tenderness only a handful of times, but the moment felt very much like the one they'd shared in Exegol, full of awe and of hope.
Abruptly, he dragged himself from her side, the bond snapping shut as he rolled upright in his bed, alone. With a ragged breath, Ben buried his face in his hands, letting out a rough, frustrated groan.
"Okay," he said to himself. "Okay."
He dressed hastily. It had become something of an absurd ritual, fumbling on his clothes and running through the streets of Darrow like a madman to get to her.
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Instead, he let out a strangled sound, lifting a hand to her face, her hair slipping through his fingers. He'd touched her with such tenderness only a handful of times, but the moment felt very much like the one they'd shared in Exegol, full of awe and of hope.
Abruptly, he dragged himself from her side, the bond snapping shut as he rolled upright in his bed, alone. With a ragged breath, Ben buried his face in his hands, letting out a rough, frustrated groan.
"Okay," he said to himself. "Okay."
He dressed hastily. It had become something of an absurd ritual, fumbling on his clothes and running through the streets of Darrow like a madman to get to her.