Some things never really change
Han and Leia discuss? Sort of. Fluff. Blame TFA.
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The heat of the argument had burned out on Hoth. Metaphorically speaking, at least: Leia had given in to reluctant laughter on realising that a heated argument was definitively ended with the subject of burning passion on a freezing planet.
At least, now reclined against Han where he had flopped back against the couch, she didn't have to see his smirk that she had managed to prove his point against her own. There had, indeed, been times in their past when she had done things simply to annoy him. Or at least one incident in the med centre on Hoth.
"I wasn't in love with him," Leia ventured into the silence, pursuing a different line of thought to get away from her consciousness of that smirk. "Not 'in love,' in love."
Was it the Force or just their – togetherness – which meant she could feel Han's expression behind her shift to quizzical, or at least quizzical-and-smug, which was an improvement on just plain smug?
She shook her head. "Not even the beginnings of it. Not compared to falling in love. But I did love him. Sooner than you." There, that shifted the smug. But now what had begun as a diversion had become a line of thought that did need finishing. Luke – before she'd known who he was-?
"I loved..." Leia paused and searched for the right way to describe it. "His innocence, I suppose. Open-hearted-ness. Confidence. Lack of hesitation and weariness and formality and all of that."
She stopped again, and sighed. There wasn't quite a word to describe Luke, now or then, but it would need to be a different word now to then. Something of that old Luke was gone from the man who was now her brother, lost along the way...
"He'll always be a dewy eyed farm kid," Han broke in gruffly. "Always. Same as you'll always be a princess." He left it a split second before adding "Your Worship."
"And you'll always be-!" Leia didn't manage to finish her sentence, for her hand was captured and her head was tipped round and Han demonstrated that he would, indeed, always be a scoundrel.
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