“It’s about Grogu, isn’t it? He’s safe.” “I know that,” he grunts. “Nothing is bothering me.” His tone is clipped, laced with annoyance. He turns slowly, the visor of his helmet leveling you with its blank stare. I love you and I can’t take this anymore. Some of the sensors are quietly beeping somewhere in this mess of a ship. And I’m sick of it.” He doesn’t say anything. “I know you’re trying, but we have to talk about this. He doesn’t turn around at the sound of his name, given to you out of love and trust. The Dark Saber was still carefully wrapped in a bit of old tunic and stashed off to the side. Most of his blasters had been lost when the Crest exploded, but he’d been able to trade for some new ones. Din was standing in front of the make-shift armory. The climb down into the hull is a blur, the thoughts and possible conversation starters swirling their way through your brain. “Dank Farrik,” you mutter as you push harder, yanking the buckle free. The buckle sticks as you press the button to release the straps. He’s changed the subject or ignored you when you’ve tried previously. You supposed that you’d have a lot of things to keep you busy while Din was out. His cape fluttered against your arm as he passed and you continued facing forward in the jump seat, still buckled in. He stood up and stalked away from the main deck. The dashboard sparked when the landing gear touched solid ground, causing him to curse loudly and shove the steering device away from his hands. He grunted into the modulator when you brought up the subject a few days ago. He picked up bounty pucks from Karga, which he had reluctantly agreed to at your request. Far rustier, just as clunky, but it was home for now and you promised to work on its antiquated wiring in order to save a little bit of money.ĭin carefully landed the ship on an open, grassy plain. It wasn’t as nice as the hulking, ancient Razor Crest had been. He found another ship to get by, dropping most of his credits on it. This was the littlest he’d spoken since he picked you up on that fateful day. Two weeks since Din had put more than a handful of sentences together. Two weeks since you’d been awoken by his cries in the middle of the night. It had been two weeks since the Jedi had whisked the baby away from Moff Gideon’s cruiser. They became quite the pair as you traveled across the galaxy with them, watching their bond grow with each day that passed. You know how much Grogu also meant to Din. For all the chaos he wreaked, his sweet cuddles and big bug eyes brought you comfort when Din was out on a long hunt. You were going to miss that little stinker too. Catching Din’s misty brown eyes as he slid his helmet back over his head caused the tears to pool hotly in the corners of your eyes and slip down your cheeks. He knew this was coming, but seeing it actually happen made your stomach sink down to your toes and your throat burn with unshed tears. Din’s whole mission had been getting Grogu to people of his own. Watching Din watch the kid, his kid, being carried away split your heart right down the middle.
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