A/N: The current drabbles were written in response to a list of prompts I posted as entertainment at the beginning of quarantine - back when we thought it'd be over in a month. Sigh. Anyway, this one was inspired by that because when life give you lemons, you write fic.

Prompt: Sharing a drink [post-RotJ]

Isolating

'Hello, sweetheart.'

'Hi, Your Handsomeness.'

Han raised his eyebrows in surprise at the blue-tinted hologram of his wife's head, but he let a smug grin spread across his face.

'If this is what you're like at the beginning of quarantine, I can't even imagine—'

'Oh, shut up,' Leia said, although she was smiling too. 'Did you eat yet? Do you have drinks ready?'

'Yes to both things.'

'Let me guess.' Leia leaned forward, one elbow propped on top of her crossed legs, her chin resting on the back of her hand as she looked straight into the holoprojector. 'Bilbringi for dinner, and Whyren's?'

Han raised his glass at her. 'You know me. What d'you got there?'

She lifted her own drink to show him.

'Emerald wine, leftover from dinner.'

'You started drinking without me!' Han accused her, but Leia arched an incredulous eyebrow at him.

'Like you didn't have a gizer with dinner?'

Han laughed, then took a sip of his whiskey.

'How're you holdin' up?'

Three days ago, Leia had come back home from a diplomatic mission on a planet that was experiencing a previously unknown, very contagious type of flu. During her stay there, the situation had quickly escalated from a few cases to a planet-wide pandemic and, as Leia had tested positive, she had been allowed to return to Chandrila and put under strict quarantine for two weeks.

'Well, I'm not crazy about the prospect of staying holed up here all by myself,' Leia said with a sigh. 'But at least, since I have very mild symptoms, I can be home and not in a medcenter.'

'Yeah, that's good.'

Han was off-world on business, but he had been supposed to come home tomorrow. Now, he didn't know if they would let him.

'I know what you're thinking,' Leia said quietly, nursing her wine.

'Thought we'd agreed you'd never try'n' read my mind,' Han joked.

'Oh no, honey, you're just very transparent. I don't want you to get sick too.'

'Then what am I supposed to do for the next two weeks? Stay in a hotel?'

'Go to Kashyyyk!' Leia said, her brown eyes looking earnest. 'Chewie and Malla will be so happy to have you, and you'll still be able to conduct your business—'

'I can oversee work from home,' Han interrupted stubbornly. Then, remembering that, as much as he trusted his crew, it wasn't enough to let them run the Falcon without him, he amended, 'I can reschedule work from home.'

Leia rolled her eyes. 'Honestly, hotshot, you're being impossible. Why would you choose to expose yourself to a virus and get yourself into quarantine?'

'I just thought you'd appreciate the company! Or are you enjoying the single life?' Han gasped dramatically and pointed a finger at Leia's holo. 'Are you hidin' a lover there? Is that why you don't want me to go?'

Leia pursed her lips to keep herself from smiling.

'I didn't want to say anything but… I did bring Threepio home. But it's just work, honey, I promise!'

'I've always known Goldenrod was waitin' for his chance to replace me.'

They laughed together, savored their drinks and stared at the other's holo longingly. Han knew that Leia was right. They didn't know how sick the virus could make him—it could be a little or a lot—and he wouldn't be able to fly for two entire weeks, which would both inconvenience his clientele and make him antsy. Besides, Leia would grow more impatient every day, too, and they would inevitably get on each other's nerves. And yet, despite all that and the fact that they weren't strangers to weeks of separation, Han wanted to go home, tend to his sick wife, and suffer through the quarantine together.

'I do want you here,' Leia confessed, breaking the silence.

'Then just let me come home, sweetheart.' His mouth twisted in a lopsided grin. 'Two weeks of lockdown together... we could recreate a certain trip.'

'Oh, that's right... especially since Threepio would be around again to interrupt any romantic overtures.' Leia smirked, then turned serious again, with a tinge of sadness. 'But it won't be as fun if we're sick. Fever and coughs are not so hot.'

Han sighed in resignation.

'Fine, you win. I'll stay at Chewie's place until you're healthy and free.'

'But you'll have drinks with me like this every night, right?'

'Drinks, dinner, breakfast, whatever you want,' Han promised, staring at the glowing image of his beautiful, extraordinary wife and wishing she wasn't so damn selfless all the time. Leia stretched out her hand, and he realized she was pretending to touch his holographic cheek.

'Thank you, Han,' she told him, and downed the rest of her wine before giving him a look that was a mix of sultry and mischievous. 'Is your door locked? I was thinking of slipping out of these clothes and showing you what we can do to tide us over this quarantine…'