[ With a smile, he takes one more sip from his mug and sets it on the coffee table next to Leia's.
It'd be pretty easy to follow that up with one of his typical boasts, but he's not feeling it. His mood is elsewhere. Like on how close she is, the softness to her words, and the swell in his chest as the moment falls to a comfortable, intimate silence between them.
He covers her hand with his own, taking it into a loose hold. ]
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It'd be pretty easy to follow that up with one of his typical boasts, but he's not feeling it. His mood is elsewhere. Like on how close she is, the softness to her words, and the swell in his chest as the moment falls to a comfortable, intimate silence between them.
He covers her hand with his own, taking it into a loose hold. ]
C'mere... I have a secret for you.