"Mmhmm." He says with a faint nod. In case it's not clear that he's doubling down on that absurd comment he'll further insist, "Safe."
Drawstrings are pretty great. Even Han, who acts disillusioned about nearly everything, would agree. They're straightforward. They're adjustable. Most importantly, they're easy to take off. A little tug and clothes will just fall away. He feels like whomever invented the drawstring had his back.
Repeated exposure might make it easier for him. It's not as if the view of her without clothes was unfamiliar, but he still ends up taking moments just to marvel at her. Wherever it was that she came from, whatever it was in the universe sculpted her ... much as he tried to think of her as the same as anyone else, his eyes seemed to always send him a conflicting message.
"Whats good for you is good for me, I think." He says after a few seconds. "Or is it the other way around? No, I got it, it's both of those things."
Never seems to take long. Through the cold and wet of his remaining clothes, depending on the way she leans against him, she might be able to tell he's feeling warmer now. Or even with the right glance. She could be a merciful goddess and help him out of the rest of his clothing. They seem unnecessarily restrictive right now.
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Date: 2016-08-03 12:18 pm (UTC)Drawstrings are pretty great. Even Han, who acts disillusioned about nearly everything, would agree. They're straightforward. They're adjustable. Most importantly, they're easy to take off. A little tug and clothes will just fall away. He feels like whomever invented the drawstring had his back.
Repeated exposure might make it easier for him. It's not as if the view of her without clothes was unfamiliar, but he still ends up taking moments just to marvel at her. Wherever it was that she came from, whatever it was in the universe sculpted her ... much as he tried to think of her as the same as anyone else, his eyes seemed to always send him a conflicting message.
"Whats good for you is good for me, I think." He says after a few seconds. "Or is it the other way around? No, I got it, it's both of those things."
Never seems to take long. Through the cold and wet of his remaining clothes, depending on the way she leans against him, she might be able to tell he's feeling warmer now. Or even with the right glance. She could be a merciful goddess and help him out of the rest of his clothing. They seem unnecessarily restrictive right now.