"I don't know if I should kiss you or slap you."
"I don't know if I should kiss you or slap you."
"Up to you," he said without blinking.
Leia glared at him. "I know you're trying to be helpful right now, Boba, but this is not. Helpful."
He didn't move from his place between her and the bedroom door. "Your exact words were 'don't let me leave this room until I've slept.' And you haven't slept."
"I rested, I'm fine."
He shifted his weight and folded his arms over his chest.
"You need to stop taking everything so literally. I'm going to send a quick transmission and check the latest polls. And then, I promise, I'll go to sleep."
One eyebrow raised skeptically.
Leia sighed. "Okay. No polls. No transmissions. Whatever happens happens. I'm just going to get a glass of wine to help me relax." She took a step to one side in an attempt to duck around him, but he put his arm across the door. "Boba-"
"Go to sleep."
"I can't." She covered her face with her hands briefly. "I worked so hard on this resolution. And what if it fails because people don't trust the daughter of a Sith Lord? It'll be all my fault."
"People are stupid. That's their fault." He put his hand on her back and she leaned in, resting her forehead against his shoulder.
"I'm so tired."
"You need sleep."
She lifted her head and kissed him at his jawline. "I'm just going to sneak out after you fall asleep."
He turned her around to face the bed and gave her a nudge forward. "You can try."