[That gets his attention. She says Thank you and his head swivels back around to glance downward at her, searching. He could not remember the last time anyone thanked him for anything, but he is more curious as to the why. She answers that question too, of course.
It should have made perfect sense. He’d seen how lonely she was when they had first met, along with Ahch-To and—
He swallows down the memory of Han Solo, and refocuses on his analysis. All Rey wanted was someone to share company with, and someone who understood how to navigate the Force. He could provide both, even though she had turned down such things in the past — he hadn’t forgotten how she turned that lesson on him, its evidence plain as day on his face. And to that, his brow knits further. Shouldn’t he understand, all of her lashing out? He had done the same, when he discovered that his parents had sent him to be executed at the hand of his uncle.
It doesn’t sit quite right, but if he wants to preserve the future he had seen, then he supposes he needs to try and lean into it a little.
Without removing his eyes from her face, he lifts a bare hand from his lap and offers it to her. They had already agreed to make an effort to understand this thing the Force had thrust upon them. Maybe it was too soon, after she had been scolded for taking his side — but he doesn’t think about that. It was a clear segue from her acknowledgement of his timely appearance.]
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It should have made perfect sense. He’d seen how lonely she was when they had first met, along with Ahch-To and—
He swallows down the memory of Han Solo, and refocuses on his analysis. All Rey wanted was someone to share company with, and someone who understood how to navigate the Force. He could provide both, even though she had turned down such things in the past — he hadn’t forgotten how she turned that lesson on him, its evidence plain as day on his face. And to that, his brow knits further. Shouldn’t he understand, all of her lashing out? He had done the same, when he discovered that his parents had sent him to be executed at the hand of his uncle.
It doesn’t sit quite right, but if he wants to preserve the future he had seen, then he supposes he needs to try and lean into it a little.
Without removing his eyes from her face, he lifts a bare hand from his lap and offers it to her. They had already agreed to make an effort to understand this thing the Force had thrust upon them. Maybe it was too soon, after she had been scolded for taking his side — but he doesn’t think about that. It was a clear segue from her acknowledgement of his timely appearance.]