After vacating the late Berence Trifold's, Leia and Han decided to go to a dealer whom Han had never dealt with before. The tactic proved successful when they got the dish they needed with little hassle and no more standoffs.

Chewbacca was waiting anxiously outside the Falcon. He roared triumphantly as Han came into view hauling a cart with the dish behind him. The wookie rushed past his partner/best friend in reckless abandon, heaved up the piece of equipment and quickly brought it over to the crane he had set up during the wait. As soon as he had the comm dish up to the level of the ship's topside, he bounded up there as well and set to work.

"That was some luck back there, hey?" Han remarked, wrapping an arm around Leia's shoulders. "Thanks."

"You said you two were on good terms," Leia chided.

"It wasn't my fault!" Han defended.

Leia shook her head dismissively, ending their embrace abruptly as she walked back into the Falcon. Han watched her go, thought about it for a moment, then followed after her.

"I'm sorry," he said from the doorway to the gameroom.

Leia was sitting at the gaming table, her back to him. Her shoulders heaved slightly with every breath. Her face was buried in her hands.

"Leia, are you . . . crying?" Concerned, Han dropped to kneel beside her, resting a hand on her back. "Alright, I'm a moron – but I can't be that hopeless, can I?" he teased, flashing her his best cheerful smile.

She didn't even lift her head up from her hands.

"Leia," Han moved in closer, kissing her shoulder and pulling back some wayward strands of hair from her face.

"I saw you die, Han," she finally said between sobs.

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw you die. Berence brought out his gun and shot you. It was so real." She turned to him, eyes red from tears. "Han, if I ever lost you,"

A finger to her lips stopped her, "Hey, don't be like that. We've gotten out of a lot of scrapes, and I'm sure there'll be plenty more."

Leia was silent for a moment, then smirked, "Don't be so optimistic." She placed her own hand on top of Han's.

Han squeezed Leia's hand and kissed it.Then he stood up. "C'mon," he said gesturing with a nod in the direction of the cockpit. "I'll show you how to re-calibrate a new dish."

Leia stood as well and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She grabbed Han by the shirt playfully. "Couldn't the droids handle that?" she asked coyly, brushing her lips against Han's as she spoke.

Han placed his hands around her waist and pulled her a bit closer to him. "It's pretty boring, anyway," he conceded.