[He'd almost rather she didn't, not because he doesn't like to hear it-- after as long as they waited, the more often they say it the better, maybe-- but because speaking at all seems so difficult. But for once Han is clever enough to know better than to complain. Even if it's ostensibly for her own good.]
I love you, [murmurs Han, giving her hand another squeeze. It's maybe more earnest than he usually is, but they're rather literally more fragile than usual.]
It's no fun teasing you when you can't tease back, [he adds, with a huff of a chuckle.]
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I love you, [murmurs Han, giving her hand another squeeze. It's maybe more earnest than he usually is, but they're rather literally more fragile than usual.]
It's no fun teasing you when you can't tease back, [he adds, with a huff of a chuckle.]