((I just like putting these two together, okay? It's your fault for making her a good character and you being a good player.))
Han has always been the kind of man who is strongly attracted to women who aren't very much like him on the surface. Like a magnet, he seems drawn in by the very fact that she's so different. He might not know her well, but he knows enough to see that she cares about what she does. That she cares about others. She has her ideas about what's important and they don't seem to be the same as his.
It worries him how much he cares for her. The way he thinks about her when she's not around. These feelings are familiar. He's trying to just enjoy them, but on some level they're worrying. He feels like he's been on this road and wasn't all that fond of the way it turned out.
That's why the appreciative glance over his half naked and wet form is a very welcome distraction from the thoughts he's been thinking of. He's not telegraphing his lust as plainly as he might have been in other moments - wet and cold aren't a very good combination for some very vital parts of his - but he has no doubt she'll provide him suitable inspiration. And warmth.
"Hold that thought, sweetheart."
By now she's noticed where he 'lives' on the starship is a very small place. There is just barely enough room for the three double bunks he's pushed up against each wall and the small areas to wash up in. It's very spartan. She might appreciate the simplicity of it perhaps, but for someone whose domain is all of nature ... probably not the crampedness.
What Han is doing now is pulling all the mattresses off the metal frames and laying them out on the floor of the cabin side by side. More space than what they'd have trying to squeeze into one of the twin XL's this way. Also, there's now a big pile of blankets that he's collected from the community of mattresses he's laid out.
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Date: 2016-08-02 02:07 pm (UTC)Han has always been the kind of man who is strongly attracted to women who aren't very much like him on the surface. Like a magnet, he seems drawn in by the very fact that she's so different. He might not know her well, but he knows enough to see that she cares about what she does. That she cares about others. She has her ideas about what's important and they don't seem to be the same as his.
It worries him how much he cares for her. The way he thinks about her when she's not around. These feelings are familiar. He's trying to just enjoy them, but on some level they're worrying. He feels like he's been on this road and wasn't all that fond of the way it turned out.
That's why the appreciative glance over his half naked and wet form is a very welcome distraction from the thoughts he's been thinking of. He's not telegraphing his lust as plainly as he might have been in other moments - wet and cold aren't a very good combination for some very vital parts of his - but he has no doubt she'll provide him suitable inspiration. And warmth.
"Hold that thought, sweetheart."
By now she's noticed where he 'lives' on the starship is a very small place. There is just barely enough room for the three double bunks he's pushed up against each wall and the small areas to wash up in. It's very spartan. She might appreciate the simplicity of it perhaps, but for someone whose domain is all of nature ... probably not the crampedness.
What Han is doing now is pulling all the mattresses off the metal frames and laying them out on the floor of the cabin side by side. More space than what they'd have trying to squeeze into one of the twin XL's this way. Also, there's now a big pile of blankets that he's collected from the community of mattresses he's laid out.
Let no one say Captain Solo isn't a man of ideas.