@FXRCEINDUCED_ Han’s features smooth out as he turns to gaze lovingly at the bunk intruder.
The love of his life, his sweet little star-boy, coming to cuddle up to him as he lays in bed with no intention to do a single thing with his life.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
For the first time in what just might be a decade, Han isn’t up to any antics or making bad decisions first thing in the morning.
Instead, he’s laying wrapped up in 5 blankets and glaring at the ceiling of his bunk.
@RUNNINGRXYALTY lowers his blaster, but doesn’t let it go. He’s still a little skeptical.
“You old bastard. Where the hell have you been for the last 20 years?”
@RUNNINGRXYALTY Han squints, weapon still raised, looking the man up and down.
He doesn’t recognize the man, the words don’t register in Han’s brain, just radio silence for a while. . .
And ( then ), it all clicks.
The face is familiar, a face Han hasn’t seen in YEARS. Decades, even!
He
“Of course I did, baby,” Han says smoothly, reaching to thread a hand in Luke’s soft hair.
“My trip was just about as easy going as any other. I even had time to make a decent amount of credits on the side.”
thirty-ish going on 150. fifty shades of grey havin ass. givin the trailer to jurassic park havin ass. Ol' WRINKLY headed ass. ol osteoPOROSIS havin ass
how are you being such a prod ? you /just/ started exis- oh . yeah, you've existed for a while, haven't you ?
so / that / means you've Always been a prod, huh ?
funny .