Lulu, hey Lulu, I heard you have a crush. Is it true? is my baby brother crushing on someone????
THE QUESTION CATCHES HIM off-guard. Funny that all his famed Jedi insight hadn’t been able to provide him with enough time to dodge that question. His cheeks color & he ducks his head, studying the bottom edge of his lightsaber hilt clipped to his belt. The thumb of his gloved right hand, the one made of circuits & moving mechanical parts, traces the curve of the cylinder with thoughtful & deliberate avoidance.
“A crush?” he replies, voice quiet. Mehzi’s been talking to Han & Leia. He knows they all have a running bet of sorts, though what they think will happen is really not the case. Mara Jade is ------ he’s not sure what. All he knows is that recent encounters, as opposed to the majority of encounters in the past few years, with her have been remarkably cold. He isn’t sure why. And maybe he’s mentioned his concern to Leia, but is that really enough of a basis for assuming he has a ... a crush?
“I’m not a child, Mehzi,” he counters, looking at her with a faint smile. “I’m thirty-seven. Too old for a crush.”
