Why is it that his mind immediately drifts to something terrible when she asks to know something about him that no one else does? There must be something to tell her that didn't involve the grim of growing up on the Trader's Luck, the sordid details of his work or the heartbreak of Bria.
The hand attached to the arm that keeps her close strokes over the soft of her skin. Han's combing through his memories for anything that he can think of to tell her about himself that won't kill the mood.
"I've never cut my hair short. Not by my own decision." He says finally. Han is taking his time in the telling of it. It's not a complicated story, it's just that his mind is just moving slowly. "For a few years I was in the military and I just had to do what they told me."
"But anyway, even when I was going to desert planets and I'd think. Man, I bet it would be nice to cut some of this. I still didn't. And I think it was because of this Wookiee, she looked out for me, for a lot of years ..."
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Date: 2016-08-09 08:16 pm (UTC)The hand attached to the arm that keeps her close strokes over the soft of her skin. Han's combing through his memories for anything that he can think of to tell her about himself that won't kill the mood.
"I've never cut my hair short. Not by my own decision." He says finally. Han is taking his time in the telling of it. It's not a complicated story, it's just that his mind is just moving slowly. "For a few years I was in the military and I just had to do what they told me."
"But anyway, even when I was going to desert planets and I'd think. Man, I bet it would be nice to cut some of this. I still didn't. And I think it was because of this Wookiee, she looked out for me, for a lot of years ..."
"She always told me I looked good scruffy."