The apartment was sparse, but still appeared lived in, with books stacked in various places, and a coat draped over an empty armchair.

His quarters on the Star Destroyer had been sparse, sterile. Now, he longed for something a bit more like a home.

Ducking into his bedroom, he quickly changed out of his pajamas and into a pair of black jeans and a black v-neck shirt. Taking a brief moment to run his fingers through his unruly hair, he stepped back out into the living room, glancing up at her as he bent to tie his boots.

"You'll have to teach me to drive," he decided. "Then we'll race."