okay to make up for all the Kit angst, here's some fluff from the royal ot3 AU
Kit squeezes Lucky's hand gently as they wait for the crosswalk light to change. He can practically see his brother's nervousness, but he'd promised Lucky over and over again that he had nothing to worry about, and Lucky had believed him. Kit really thinks this could help.
The light changes, accompanied by a chiming noise, and he leads the way across the street. He commed ahead to let Kryndi know they were coming, but that had been half an hour ago. He hopes the shop hasn't become busy since then.
Fortunately there's only three other people in the shop, a Twi'lek who's one of the regulars, and a pair of humans he doesn't recognise. A bell dings behind them as the door closes, but the others don't look up.
"Be right there!"
Lucky glances over at him, and Kit gives a reassuring smile. There's a dozen little things to do in a shop like this. Just because she isn't there to greet them, doesn't mean they're not welcome.
"Kit! Hi!"
"Hi, Kryndi," he says, trying not to look like he's blushing. She's wearing red lipstick again. He knows she does that for him. Corrie red, just like his hair.
"Is this your brother that you were talking about?"
Lucky waves with his free hand, glancing up at her only briefly before his gaze returns to a small beetle trundling along the edge of the counter.
Kryndi, bless her, doesn't say a word about it. Instead she lifts part of the counter and waves them through.
"The misters just turned off a couple minutes ago," she says. "So everything smells good, like rain. The water didn't get on the floor very much, so it won't be slippery, don't worry."
There's strips of thick plastic hanging in the doorway, and she holds them aside for them.
"Thanks," he says softly. "Is that swinging seat still in the back?"
"Yep. Take as long as you want, I'm the only one working today so nobody else will be back here."
He leans in to kiss her cheek.
"Thanks," he says again. "Dinner tomorrow?"
"I'd like that."
She smiles at him, then at Lucky, and makes her way back to the counter.
Kit stays where he is, until Lucky takes a step forward, tugging Kit along. They wander through rows of tables, each one holding a dozen pots. There's a few small trees - or maybe large bushes, Kit has no idea how to tell them apart - along one wall.
All the way at the back is a swinging chair big enough for two people, its awning faded but not tattered, its seats comfortably worn-in.
Kit sits down and plants his feet on the floor so it won't move much as Lucky curls up next to him. Everything has been better for both of them, since Lucky was rescued from that awful job on Kamino, but there's still a lot of progress to be made.
He doesn't mind. Honestly, he's just glad that Lucky is alive and safe and no longer has to worry about decommissioning.
He starts rocking carefully, making sure that the seat doesn't go too far or too fast. Lucky will like this, he's sure, as long as it stays gentle.
Lucky says nothing, but that's hardly unusual, so Kit doesn't bring it up. In a greenhouse full of flowers, it almost feels right, to be quiet.
So he rests his cheek on Lucky's curls, and swings them back and forth until a butterfly starts coming near. It lands on his knee, wings slowly fluttering up and down.
Another lands on Lucky's arm, sunning itself. It doesn't leave for a good ten minutes.
When it finally does, Lucky cuddles into Kit's side and closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath and lets it out, and Kit recognises the breathing technique that Fox taught Lucky for his anxiety.
This time it doesn't take long for Lucky's breathing to even out. Once it does, he makes no move to get up. His eyes stay closed, his body stays relaxed, and he tucks his hand into the crook of Kit's elbow instead of clinging to his hand.
it's the most relaxed that Kit has seen him all week. He's so very grateful for a quiet few hours among the flowers, and for the brother at his side, finally finding peace.