His shoulders hunch when she says that- when she almost says something he remembers from a few days ago, when the wind made her hair dance and he laughed at her and kissed her indignation right off her face. He feels lighter for the memory, but immediately pulled down when he remembers who he is, where they are.
He licks his lips and lights a cigarette. The first pull settles him a little, and his eyes close in brief respite.
"On the deck," he repeats, and then opens his eyes again and nods. "Give me half an hour, Rey," not my love, not anything like that. Just Rey.
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Date: 2016-03-28 07:00 pm (UTC)He licks his lips and lights a cigarette. The first pull settles him a little, and his eyes close in brief respite.
"On the deck," he repeats, and then opens his eyes again and nods. "Give me half an hour, Rey," not my love, not anything like that. Just Rey.