[ he doesn't startle; he'd sensed him, just like he can sense every life packed into this place, dormant and unnatural. it isn't like sleep. it isn't even like carbonite. leia is his twin sister, and the bond they've shared for years now is barely a whisper, feels almost dead. dead like entire galaxies full of planets and people. (dead like his father, blue eyes like the ones he sees in mirrors, pale and weak and wheezing as he stares up at luke like he's never seen anything so perfect.)
he doesn't even move for a moment, two, but then he takes a shuddering breath and lifts his head, passing the back of his hand over his eyes to smear away any hint of moisture. he can't cry now. if he cries, he's not sure he's going to know how to stop. instead, he offers a small, slightly shaky smile, reaching out with his left hand to accept the cup. he doesn't trust his prosthetic right now, not with the acid damage. ]
Thanks. [ it smells like caf, and he carefully unfolds himself, making himself look less vulnerable, less damaged. ] You helped me with one of those fliers earlier, didn't you?
shenanisads, and you love me that way
he doesn't even move for a moment, two, but then he takes a shuddering breath and lifts his head, passing the back of his hand over his eyes to smear away any hint of moisture. he can't cry now. if he cries, he's not sure he's going to know how to stop. instead, he offers a small, slightly shaky smile, reaching out with his left hand to accept the cup. he doesn't trust his prosthetic right now, not with the acid damage. ]
Thanks. [ it smells like caf, and he carefully unfolds himself, making himself look less vulnerable, less damaged. ] You helped me with one of those fliers earlier, didn't you?