Han scoots obediently to make room for Natasha on the bed. Head injury or not, there was no situation that he could think of where she wanted to get into a bed with him and he was going to say no. He puts up no resistance against the wrangling either. Whatever she has planned, and he seems to have no idea despite yelling about medical supplies only a minute ago, he trusts her.
Han looks over at the tube and he knows just by the glowing blue-green color, exactly what he's looking at. "That's Bacta." He murmurs. "It will heal you from almost anything."
His eyes then wander from the tube to her and he purses his lips. "You know, not a lot of people I know would go out of their way for me like this." Not a lot of people at home, anyway. He's made a surprising number of good friends in the Nexus that would, however. Kinda funny how that works.
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Date: 2016-09-02 01:10 am (UTC)Han looks over at the tube and he knows just by the glowing blue-green color, exactly what he's looking at. "That's Bacta." He murmurs. "It will heal you from almost anything."
His eyes then wander from the tube to her and he purses his lips. "You know, not a lot of people I know would go out of their way for me like this." Not a lot of people at home, anyway. He's made a surprising number of good friends in the Nexus that would, however. Kinda funny how that works.
"Anyway, uh ... thanks."