fulfilling a promised lesson on the fine art of blasting things ...

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Walking back to the Millennium Falcon through the Nexus has gotten a little bit easier each time.  The first time, it took him more than an hour to get back despite the fact that his ship has always been parked about a thousand yards away from a path that leads to the forum.  The shiftable nature of this place makes no walk to and from anywhere as straightforward as it seems, but you can get used to it.

 

For a while, he cleans up the areas that he thinks both he and Verity are likely to be in for a while - the cockpit and the lounge especially, but also near the entry ramp and the living quarters.

 

He did promise lessons on how to fly and in due course, he will get her into the sky with him ... but he's still doesn't have a ton of fuel yet and the priority was always teaching her how to use the blasters.  So he's pulled four weapons out of the storage lockers, completely disassembled them and cleaned them.  He also discharges all, but one, of the plasma magazines.

 

They get placed them on top of the holochess board, which, sadly, is among one of the biggest flat surfaces available to him on the YT-1300 and then, he takes a shower and slips into a light weight pair of pants.  It seems to take a long time for him to drift off in the small bunk that he's claimed for himself.  The sound of the winter wind skips across the surface of his ship and makes a low howling sort of sound.

 

This is one of the reasons it's always preferable to put your ship in a proper hanger, but, when you're Han Solo, you work with what you got.  After a few hours he wakes up, not knowing what time it is, until he opens the entry ramp and looks outside.

 

It seems too early for her to arrive.  The sun hasn't even reached the apex of it's path yet, so he decides to lay back down.  Leaving the ramp down for her to facilitate her letting herself in. 

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[twelve_not_fourteen]

He's not Asgardian though. Not at all. Not even a little. This Correllian knows that there's something between them and becoming more than friends for now, but the more she does things like curl up to him and play with his hair ... the more he's gonna he's gonna think that maybe there isn't.

His takes a deep breath in and holds the cold air into his lungs for a moment. It feels good sometime to take in those big breaths once in a while and he has to admit the air around here is nice.

"What do you want, Ver?" He asks, curious to know what her answer will be with no context. Though he's asking with the thought life plans and general long term goals.

[brave_heart_verity]

Nobody promised being her friend would be easy.

Ver doesn't answer immediately. The question's been on her mind more than a little, but that doesn't mean she's any closer to knowing the answer. Well. An answer she's willing to say out loud; that's also a consideration. The careful social calculus of sorting out how much is too much information.

"To find someplace to belong again." That's reasonable, right? It doesn't make her sound too pathetic, it isn't too depressing. She hopes.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

No. Not to pathetic or depressing. Considering her position, he expect his own answer in her place, would be about the same. He might be giving her a little bit of an extra squeeze when he hears it, though.

"Makes sense."

[brave_heart_verity]

That little sound she makes when he squeezes her like that, half hum and half purr, means she likes it.

"That's me. The sensible one." The literalist. But she can be more than that... she hopes. And if not, maybe it's not all bad. There are perks. "Someone has to look after you adventurous types."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"I probably could use a handler."

He doesn't know why, but the thought of someone keeping his ass in line makes him smile for some reason.

He gets by the way he's been going so far and really, he can't understate how helpful having Chewie has been for him, but ... somethings not coming together and he doesn't know what it is. And it's funny that he asked her what she wanted in her life because he doesn't really have an end game. Just a plan to continue to exist, for now.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Most people could," she admits. "I think that's why we make friends."

She glances up just in time to see that smile, which coaxes an answering one from her. Maybe they don't have their courses plotted yet, but they've got a horizon and new stars to explore. Right now, that seems like enough to her.