[ If he remembered how to laugh, there'd be a pitiful one here-- instead it's a huff of breath and he squeezes her more closely. This was all surreal, still, and he felt as if he was the pathetic one. Unable to even manage a disagreement. Why the hell did she want him around? ]
Should we discuss pod racing?
[ A self-depricating joke in all honesty. He vaguely wonders if she's actually heard of pod racing. But she's trying and so should he-- she did this for him. She could have let him die there, she could have turned away and left him alone. She could have brought him back to the Resistance to face trial and let him crumble, but she brought him here instead.
He needs to be better-- he knows. He swallows thickly and tries to gather himself back together. Truth be told he selfishly wants to stay in her lap and have her pet his hair for the next few hours. Promise him she'll return and that he's worthy of any of this, but he can't expect to rely on her like this forever. ] What can I do for you?
[ It's earnest, at least. And No the sexual connotations of This Entire situation isn't lost on him (the press of his face to her thighs, the warmth of her body so close to him, the feel of her slender form and really-- it wouldn't take much to nudge between her legs and--), but he isn't sure how that joke would land at this precise moment. He'd rather let her drive that conversation ]
Gets caught in a tire swing and just Does Not
Should we discuss pod racing?
[ A self-depricating joke in all honesty. He vaguely wonders if she's actually heard of pod racing. But she's trying and so should he-- she did this for him. She could have let him die there, she could have turned away and left him alone. She could have brought him back to the Resistance to face trial and let him crumble, but she brought him here instead.
He needs to be better-- he knows. He swallows thickly and tries to gather himself back together. Truth be told he selfishly wants to stay in her lap and have her pet his hair for the next few hours. Promise him she'll return and that he's worthy of any of this, but he can't expect to rely on her like this forever. ] What can I do for you?
[ It's earnest, at least. And No the sexual connotations of This Entire situation isn't lost on him (the press of his face to her thighs, the warmth of her body so close to him, the feel of her slender form and really-- it wouldn't take much to nudge between her legs and--), but he isn't sure how that joke would land at this precise moment. He'd rather let her drive that conversation ]