The bridge he's leaning against becomes the A-wing parked by his father's house. There's the back yard, the gently glowing Force tree, the melon orchard, the animal pens. Familiar sounds pour in, and he finally relaxes.
He squeezes her hand lightly. "It's something."
The understatement carries an empathy that's impossible to put into words. It's apology, understanding, regret. He runs his hand over the smooth curve of the A-wing's side, remembering his return to Yavin to pick up Black One after Jakku. He slept in the cockpit of this ship. His father caught him there in the morning, just looked at him until he broke under that steady gaze and told Kes Dameron everything.
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He squeezes her hand lightly. "It's something."
The understatement carries an empathy that's impossible to put into words. It's apology, understanding, regret. He runs his hand over the smooth curve of the A-wing's side, remembering his return to Yavin to pick up Black One after Jakku. He slept in the cockpit of this ship. His father caught him there in the morning, just looked at him until he broke under that steady gaze and told Kes Dameron everything.
"You okay?"