@chosesun cont. from [ x ]
well, okay, he knew that Han was still standing there, when he'd turned to Leia to speak about him- but that wasn't the point. Leia, amused, covers her mouth and tries to hide the laughter as Luke turns to his friend, cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. okay, yeah, he logically knew that Han was still standing right there, but he didn't expect him to stick around and listen. usually, when Luke talks to his sister, Han has the decency to walk away and give them some privacy. but for whatever reason, the smuggler was still standing right there.
it's a bit awkward, if he's to be honest, as he lets out a quiet laugh, cheeks warm with color. "well, i wasn't talking to you, was i?" he snipped back with no actual bite to it. sometimes you can absolutely tell Luke and Leia are twins- other times not so much, but right now . . . right now, they're like a mirror as they both giggle.
"i'll leave you to deal with that," Leia says, and abruptly abandons Luke- to his absolute horror.
"wait- i . . . and she's gone." well, shoot. now he has to deal with this, doesn't he ? well . . . he grins up at Han and then looks at his hand. "well, would you look at the time ? i've gotta go." or not. maybe he's a coward after all.
❝𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙵𝙰𝚂𝚃 , 𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙾𝚁. 𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽’ 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙴.❞ in a move that was less calculated and more instinctive, solo shot out an arm, finger hooking into the collar of luke’s tunic just as the young man spun around with an air of youthful decisiveness. the catch wasn’t exactly graceful but effective nonetheless, as han reeled him backward with that trademark lopsided grin plastered on his face—though this time there was a noticeable tightness around it, a little fraying at the edges. ❝need a hand with the ’falcon’s shield lens capacitor. looks shot, but i could use a second set of eyes. chewie’s still out cold, sleeping off hesken fever, so you’re up.❞
the slight absurdity of the situation wasn’t lost on han. of all the places in the galaxy for the rebel princess and her jedi brother to hunker down and start whispering—about a topic that, from the tone, sounded suspiciously like gossip beyond han’s immediate interest—he wouldn’t have guessed they’d choose a spot less than five feet from where he stood, absorbed in the holo-projection of arbra’s topography. apparently, whatever it was couldn’t wait for a more discreet setting.
❝what were you ’n the princess talking about, anyway?❞ han asked—not because he was especially curious, but because he had a nagging sense that whatever their chat entailed, it likely had something to do with him. or maybe not.
admittedly, he hadn’t noticed the two at first, too preoccupied with the blueprint display and running mental diagnostics on how the ’falcon might serve the new republic’s ever-expanding headquarters. it wasn’t until he glimpsed wedge’s smirk out of the corner of his eye, half-hidden behind a steaming mug of kaf, that han thought to look over his shoulder. and sure enough, there they were, the twins, deep in giggly conversation, like some scene straight out of a holositcom…
