Rey can picture it clearly in her mind. Ben, maybe a bit younger than she is now, with all his inky hair and ears he never quite grew into sitting in the pilot’s seat, with a smirk just like his father’s. Again, she aches for that boy.
The mention of Han causes a slight pinch to her brow, because she had cared so deeply for the man, and now she’s sitting in the lap of the man that killed him. It isn’t as simple as that, not so black and white, but it does remind her of just how complicated their situation is.
But that’s only when she thinks about it. When she just lets herself feel, it’s the simplest thing in the world.
The wry smile on his face nearly breaks her heart, and she cups his cheek as she leans in to press a lingering kiss to his forehead. When she pulls back, she twists enough to grab the bottle.
“For your father,” she says quietly, before leaning back to take another sip. This time it barely burns, and she smiles loosely at him as she lifts his hand to curl it around the neck of the bottle between their chests.
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The mention of Han causes a slight pinch to her brow, because she had cared so deeply for the man, and now she’s sitting in the lap of the man that killed him. It isn’t as simple as that, not so black and white, but it does remind her of just how complicated their situation is.
But that’s only when she thinks about it. When she just lets herself feel, it’s the simplest thing in the world.
The wry smile on his face nearly breaks her heart, and she cups his cheek as she leans in to press a lingering kiss to his forehead. When she pulls back, she twists enough to grab the bottle.
“For your father,” she says quietly, before leaning back to take another sip. This time it barely burns, and she smiles loosely at him as she lifts his hand to curl it around the neck of the bottle between their chests.