[Those two words have so much history between the two of them, enough to make her heart ache, and her smile widens in a desperate bid to keep the tears from spilling over. It's a relief when Han hugs her again, because she can bury her face against his jacket, breathe in that familiar scent one last time. When she's got herself composed, sniffling, she pulls back just enough that she can lean up and press her lips softly to his jaw. One more for the road.]
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