[Right now, it wouldn't matter to her if half the Rebel Alliance were there to watch them; what counts is Han, and the way he looks at her when he draws back.]
I guess it did.
[She tucks that last bottle of liqueur into his bag and reaches for his hand, as though to say come on.
That they saw Alderaan together in the first place is nearly unbelievable; leaving it carrying one of Alderaan's greatest paintings is miraculous. Her family fills her mind then, accompanied by a thickness in her throat. She shoves both away as hard as she can. Not here, not in front of anyone.]
I wonder if there's any way to control where you end up. If we could return...
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I guess it did.
[She tucks that last bottle of liqueur into his bag and reaches for his hand, as though to say come on.
That they saw Alderaan together in the first place is nearly unbelievable; leaving it carrying one of Alderaan's greatest paintings is miraculous. Her family fills her mind then, accompanied by a thickness in her throat. She shoves both away as hard as she can. Not here, not in front of anyone.]
I wonder if there's any way to control where you end up. If we could return...