post-Endor
There had been the battle, and then there had been the party, and then there had been the post-battle sex in her room at Milliways (might as well be comfortable) and if there had been something desperate to Esfir, something that spoke of let me forget let me feel please god do not leave me alone, Ben at least had the sense not to mention it
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He doesn't say anything, just resettles his arm against his now-empty side. He drifts for a while -- they're all so damn tired after everything that happened on Solo's side of the door.
His eyes open.
Ordinarily, he'd let her be, but since they came back --
He sits up and scrubs his face, pulls on his clothes, and stuffs his feet in his boots.
He'll check downstairs. Where there's coffee.
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She is still outside, still thinking.
She's thinking about the rocket that took her to the moon, and how it was based on a weapon.
She's thinking about Stalingrad, and what the German pilots felt when they looked down into the inferno they'd created.
She's thinking about her childhood heroes, and what they felt when they came back in their creaking planes.
She's thinking about all her hours and hours of training and lectures and simulations.
She's thinking about the fact that she's never killed anyone before.
(she isn't sure what she feels about that last part)
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He doesn't say anything, just takes a seat beside her (close but not too close), and offers the extra Styrofoam cup in his hand.
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Eventually,
"I killed people yesterday."
Her tone is even, matter-of-fact, but just a little distant. As if she is trying to work things out, even as she speaks.
Slowly, she takes a sip of the coffee.
"Never had before," she adds.
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