[She hates hearing his voice grow rough like that, because it always makes tears spring to her eyes, just like they are now. She sniffles, inhales heavily, and, well, the nickname helps. Gives her an excuse to pull back and swat him on the shoulder.]
I still hate when you call me that. [But she missed it. She won't deny it.]
I...Our son. Ben. Oh, Han...I never thought he'd go before me.
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I still hate when you call me that. [But she missed it. She won't deny it.]
I...Our son. Ben. Oh, Han...I never thought he'd go before me.