Leia was almost in tears as she walked into the bar. Han hadn't come home that night, but she knew where he was. The same placed he'd been nearly every night since word had come the new Jedi Order had been destroyed by their own son.
Leia found her husband at a dark corner booth with a bottle of whiskey and a glass. Her heart dropped when she looked into his eyes. She'd never seen him in this much pain before.
"Glad you could join me, Leia," Han said dryly.
"You're drunk," Leia said, folding her arms over her chest.
Han almost grinned. "You catch on quick, princess."
Leia sat down in the booth next to him and took the bottle away.
Han glared in her direction. "Let me mourn my son, Leia."
"There are better ways of doing this, Han! You don't think I'm grieving too."
"You won't let me comfort you!" Han snapped, snatching the bottle back from her. "This is my comfort."
"If that's the way you want it Han."
Han scoffed. "You think this is what I want? I want you Leia."
Leia finally allowed her tears to flow and pressed her forehead against Han's. "Let's go home then and get through this together."
"I thought it was too late for that."
"No. Never."
Han wrapped his arms around Leia and sobbed against her neck. Leia gripped Han tightly as though she was worried he'd fall apart if she didn't. Han squeezed her back. Leia pulled away and leaned into Han for a kiss. It was deeper and more passionate than it had been in a while.
"I love you," Leia whispered.
"I love you too."