[han comes home at the usual time, tonight, but rather than throwing the door open and bellowing for leia, he just lets himself in like a normal person. he trudges through the living room, a tired thousand-yard gaze to his face, and drops his pack in the corner before disappearing in to the bedroom.
see, he had an interesting talk with rey about chewie today. and while it really warmed his heart that his crew sees chewie as a person, as someone valuable, talking about him with someone who clearly adores him is making han miss the big furry guy more than ever. it's not unusual for him to get moody about chewie not being around, but usually he gets it out of his system while no one's home. he's not usually this dramatic about it, either, but it hit him hard and unexpectedly this time.
in the bedroom, he considers just flopping on the bed fully clothed but isn't so lost in thought that he doesn't think leia won't have his hide for that, considering the state of his work clothes. instead he strips down and, after a bit of rummaging around, decides that a pair of pajama pants will be the most comfortable option. that done, and deciding he doesn't quite want to be alone, he trudges back out of the bedroom and flops on the couch, heedless of anything else other than leia's presence somewhere in the house. nope, he doesn't have anything to say. he's just going to lie with one arm dangling off the couch and sigh.]
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see, he had an interesting talk with rey about chewie today. and while it really warmed his heart that his crew sees chewie as a person, as someone valuable, talking about him with someone who clearly adores him is making han miss the big furry guy more than ever. it's not unusual for him to get moody about chewie not being around, but usually he gets it out of his system while no one's home. he's not usually this dramatic about it, either, but it hit him hard and unexpectedly this time.
in the bedroom, he considers just flopping on the bed fully clothed but isn't so lost in thought that he doesn't think leia won't have his hide for that, considering the state of his work clothes. instead he strips down and, after a bit of rummaging around, decides that a pair of pajama pants will be the most comfortable option. that done, and deciding he doesn't quite want to be alone, he trudges back out of the bedroom and flops on the couch, heedless of anything else other than leia's presence somewhere in the house. nope, he doesn't have anything to say. he's just going to lie with one arm dangling off the couch and sigh.]