[ For you, Rey, this man would kill his abuser and tormentor. But you know. There was an entire movie for that. Right now, with her permission, he just collapses on to the couch. It's not comfortable or ergonomic or big enough for his entire hulking size, but-- strangely. It's home.
The ship shudders and shakes around him, he lays a hand down to stead himself as his eyes close and-- a memory of his father yelling at Chewie hits his mind.
At the very least his stomach isn't swirling as much and he's not moving anymore. And-- he'll just hedge in and out of being Here. He'll only relax whenever Rey chills out a bit (Thanks Force Bond Proximity) which will probably be when they finally hit hyperspace. Only then will he fully pass out. ]
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The ship shudders and shakes around him, he lays a hand down to stead himself as his eyes close and-- a memory of his father yelling at Chewie hits his mind.
At the very least his stomach isn't swirling as much and he's not moving anymore. And-- he'll just hedge in and out of being Here. He'll only relax whenever Rey chills out a bit (Thanks Force Bond Proximity) which will probably be when they finally hit hyperspace. Only then will he fully pass out. ]