The look he gives her makes Rey’s cheeks feel warm, and her eyes flutter closed at the first touch of his hands. It’s incredible how much a simple touch can soothe her, warming her more than the whiskey.

She slides forward off of the table until she can straddle his lap, legs folded on either side of his thighs as the table presses against her lower back. Once she’s settled, she reaches up to pull the ties out of her hair so it can fall down around her shoulders in loose waves.

“Do you have happy memories of this ship?” Her voice is soft as she reaches up to slide her fingers through his soft hair. It’s grown longer since they’ve been in Darrow, and she curls a strand of it around her finger. It might not be something he wants to talk about, but she wants to know more about him, always.