[han does his business, towels off, and only then realizes that in his huff the only clothes he brought with him to the bathroom were the clothes on his back. and he's not putting them back on, as now that he's smelled their staleness he can never unsmell it. if leia's looking in the right direction she will get to see him lean around the door, bare-chested and a dead serious expression on his face, before realizing she's there and quickly disappearing back into the bathroom. a short yet suspiciously long amount of time later, let's say a minute or so, he cautiously exits the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist. like, he's trying to be casual, but there is no good way to play this off.
he pauses in the bedroom, squinting at leia with his hands on his hips and trying not to look too out of his element. it's different with leia, dammit.]
What?
[that's right, he assumes she has something to say about it and he's going to get it out of the way up front.]
no subject
he pauses in the bedroom, squinting at leia with his hands on his hips and trying not to look too out of his element. it's different with leia, dammit.]
What?
[that's right, he assumes she has something to say about it and he's going to get it out of the way up front.]