[ He's not sure what to expect, when she pulls a closed fist out of her pocket. Han's not exactly a sentimental man. What could she possibly have to give him?
But then she opens up her hand, and he stares for a long moment. The chance cubes - they're worthless junk, tossed up in front of the Falcon's main window so long ago he'd almost forgotten them entirely. They'd just been part of the background for years. Decades.
Part of the Falcon.
Part of home.
He swallows, and gingerly takes them from her outstretched palm, staring in something like wonder. A part of him wants to ask if she wouldn't like to keep them, but...she wouldn't have asked, if she hadn't meant it. Besides, she's got the Falcon herself now. Chewie. And now, someone new to share her life with. She doesn't need worthless old trinkets to remember him by.
Carefully, he closes his hand around the cubes and tucks them away, looking at her gratefully. ]
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But then she opens up her hand, and he stares for a long moment. The chance cubes - they're worthless junk, tossed up in front of the Falcon's main window so long ago he'd almost forgotten them entirely. They'd just been part of the background for years. Decades.
Part of the Falcon.
Part of home.
He swallows, and gingerly takes them from her outstretched palm, staring in something like wonder. A part of him wants to ask if she wouldn't like to keep them, but...she wouldn't have asked, if she hadn't meant it. Besides, she's got the Falcon herself now. Chewie. And now, someone new to share her life with. She doesn't need worthless old trinkets to remember him by.
Carefully, he closes his hand around the cubes and tucks them away, looking at her gratefully. ]
Thank you.