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Han did a quick scan of the Falcon to make sure he was really, truly alone. He was pretty sure Chewie was off somewhere or other, and he had specifically told Leia to stay away, and they were generally the only ones coming through here. He figured he had a good hour before anyone came. He started reading the letter.
Dear Han,
I've met my unfortunate demise. Yes, I finally finished reading that dictionary. It was quite queer, and I'm not sure if it was worth the immense amount of time I wasted. Plus, everyone keeps laughing at me for using slightly advanced words. So, if you haven't delivered the previously agreed amount of credits to me by the time you read this, you should just put them toward my funeral. Of course, I probably won't get much of a funeral, so I guess you're off the hook. Be a philanthropic person and donate them to an orphanage or something. Anyway, I'm dead, and I hope it was heroic, and not getting eaten by Jabba the Hutt's Krayt dragon or drowning in a bathtub.
Your friend,
Luke
Han reread letter over again. And again. He sighed. Luke had been such a weird kid. He had almost forgotten about the bet. It had been so long ago. Come to think of it, he hadn't paid him for reading it. He rubbed his eyes to get rid of the dust. Because, of course, those were most definitely not tears of sadness. It was just dust. Maybe he should clean. Nah, Leia would have a heart attack if he cleaned. He rubbed his eyes some more.
"Han?" A soft voice asked. Leia, of course.
"What?" Han responded rather rudely.
"I was just wondering if you were all right." She sounded offended. Well good, hadn't he asked to be alone?
"Yeah. I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You can talk to me, you know. Luke was my friend, too." Yeah, sure. He wasn't really in the mood for a long heart-to-heart conversation. Besides, he didn't need one. Hadn't he already said he was fine?
"I know." He walked away from her.
"Where are you going?"
"To be alone."
"Han..." Stang, she was starting to make him feel bad. He turned back around.
"Look, I'm s-...uh. Look, I'm fine. Really. I promise if I need to talk I'll talk with you." No, not really, but whatever made her feel better, right? The look she gave him said she hadn't bought his lie, either. He hurried to change the subject.
"By the way, do you happen to know where the cleaning supplies are?"
"I don't think you own cleaning supplies, Han," she replied, more than a little confused.