#( . han's just ... scared shitless? yep. he's scared shitless rn. p:

[stillsolo]

"I used to go home every night cursing myself for not having kissed you. Kind of wish I had the courage now."

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Between one thought and the next, Solo held himself still, in a wide margin of florescent light that reflected off of exposed durasteel, sharp and gleaming where paint had chipped and lay bare a better part of his ship.  Much like how he was now, exposed to Luke, his long-worn independence stripped away to reveal a rusted hull beneath, with all the sharp edges he couldn’t ever bear to uncover, too frightened to behold anything that could solidify actuality.

     So afraid to HURT.

Han hesitated a moment longer—but wasn’t that what he was always good at—living in the moment?  Taking anything offered, with both his hands.  What they could have       surprise relaxed Han’s features, his gaze, flickered into jarring recognition.  If this was a dream … One end of his generous mouth curled up at the poignant notion.  Caught to freedom, to the extreme boundary of this feeling—LOVE—a limit inside him he had yet to overcome …

❝Every night—❞    Solo wavered with an abrupt, uneasy chuckle, his dark gaze and stiff grin thrown to the side.  Filled close to BURSTING with expectation, and nothing to catch his fall …  Looking at Luke through the fringe of his bangs, he swallowed almost nervously, desperate to measure the distance between them.   ❝An’ how many nights was that?❞

         One thought repeated in answer:  me, too.