After proposing to Lana before lunch and going to Music, Han swung by Deb's and picked up the stuff she was sending with him, as well as the DL-33s he'd bought for Bagoas and himself ( Read more... )

Han's sitting up working on a letter.

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Han sits up with a groan and a phantom guitar chord and sings as he goes about the routine
( slightly altered Kris Kristofferson lyrics, which is doubly funny* )

Han is hiding under the blankets ( Read more... )

Han's in, propped up on his bed and watching a holo thriller ( Read more... )

After the girls leave, Han settles in with the paper and pen. He tunes the bedside radio to catch the rebroadcast of last night's pirate and drops his head back to the pillow with eyes shut. His boy is going to be so upset.

He takes pen in hand and starts.
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The biggest problem with being an early riser, Han finds, is that he has only a couple of afternoon classes ( Read more... )

Saturday's mail had brought another letter but Han had been too keyed up to read it. Now he had, sipping on a cup of coffee and watching the rain first threaten and then fall ( Read more... )

Han's sitting up on a corner of the roof. Chain-smoking. He looks like he might have been crying or considering it. He has a small ashtray for the butts so as not to litter, but he tends to smoke the unfiltered Camels as far down as he can go.

Saturday's mail had brought an actual letter, so now that he had some time before class, Han took a few minutes to relax and read it. He settled in with a nutribar and a cup of coffee on his bed ( Read more... )