Rey watches as he takes the packet, brow furrowing slightly at the way that he is so careful not to touch her. But he does take it, heavy handed metaphor or not, and it pleases her slightly.

She takes another sip of the drink, growing a little fonder if it each time, but when he suddenly speaks she freezes with the cup nearly touching her lips. She blinks rapidly and bites her lip as she sets the cup down, clearing her own throat as she sits up a little straighter.

“I thought you said that we weren’t dead.” Her brow furrows as she sets her hands flat on the table, shaking her head a little as her eyes sting. “I— I remember you falling and I—“ She pauses to take a breath and for one brief flash, she is envious of the way that he can keep himself so composed. “I remember dying, Ben. After it was all over.”

So maybe this is what comes after. But if that’s the case, why is it just her and Ben here? Where is everyone else? She reaches up to quickly swipe her thumb under one eye and then blows out a shaky breath, lips pursed as she steadies herself.

“Ben.” She looks up to meet his eyes, nearly reeling at the pain she sees in them. “I don’t want us to be dead.”