It's a good thing for everyone else that Kylo Ren didn't decide the only room with any beds in it should be his, then. Of the six beds crammed into the tiny living space, only three get occupied. Rey and Finn looking out for each other was, as far as Han could tell, how they were always going to act around each other. With Finn seemingly devoted to Rey. Both of them so used to modest living spaces, it didn't even seem like the quarters bothered them. They didn't complain anyway.
For Chewie, he'd spent so many years following Solo into who knew what and crashing into one of those beds at the end of the night, that in a strange way ... despite being a much smaller place to stay in than the full sized room he had on Eravana, it was probably more homey. Even as his feet hung off the end of the bed.
Han can probably only count on one hand the number of nights he'd slept a full 6 to 8 hours of sleep. Even if he was more gifted at lying still and keeping his eyes closed, it wasn't realistic for the pilot's life. A few hours here and there and that was it. Too often you had to wake suddenly and adjust course for one reason or another.
He ended up sleeping on the bench near the holochess board. Which wasn't comfortable, but at a certain age, you're never really all that comfortable so it didn't particularly matter where you ended up. It also happens to be between where the cabin is and where his son has ended up. How absolutely coincidental ...
By the time people start to stir again, Han is fixing food. Nothing special, a grain-type hot cereal left over in the pantry from whichever of the owners stocked the ship last. Caff. After all these years Han still isn't much of a cook, but he does alright when he can focus. And it's just cereal.
Half a day gone and nobody's died yet. Ain't this going pretty well?
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Date: 2016-06-14 03:15 pm (UTC)For Chewie, he'd spent so many years following Solo into who knew what and crashing into one of those beds at the end of the night, that in a strange way ... despite being a much smaller place to stay in than the full sized room he had on Eravana, it was probably more homey. Even as his feet hung off the end of the bed.
Han can probably only count on one hand the number of nights he'd slept a full 6 to 8 hours of sleep. Even if he was more gifted at lying still and keeping his eyes closed, it wasn't realistic for the pilot's life. A few hours here and there and that was it. Too often you had to wake suddenly and adjust course for one reason or another.
He ended up sleeping on the bench near the holochess board. Which wasn't comfortable, but at a certain age, you're never really all that comfortable so it didn't particularly matter where you ended up. It also happens to be between where the cabin is and where his son has ended up. How absolutely coincidental ...
By the time people start to stir again, Han is fixing food. Nothing special, a grain-type hot cereal left over in the pantry from whichever of the owners stocked the ship last. Caff. After all these years Han still isn't much of a cook, but he does alright when he can focus. And it's just cereal.
Half a day gone and nobody's died yet. Ain't this going pretty well?