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[ooc: because the mun's an idiot who messed up]
Hobbs,
I hate notes. I hate writing them, I hate getting them. Even Inyri said I shouldn't do this, but I couldn't find you and -- I had to go.
Right -- I'm unbound. Not stuck here anymore. As in, the door was there when I got a drink at the Bar today and I seriously thought someone had slipped something into my lum. Or maybe Wedge had rigged up a holoprojector. (He'd use his general's resources for it, you know it.)
But I checked and it's real, so I'm -- going home.
I didn't want to do this: I wanted to find you, and maybe check if you could see the door too, and if not, then I wanted to say goodbye and -- well, you know. Stuff.
I'll come back as soon as I can, I mean, I don't know how long that'll be here, but I'll try. Time's weird.
I'll miss you -- except, I don't know how these things work -- I guess there'll be another you at home, who hasn't been here yet. Which means he hasn't-- well, we haven't-- well, I'll miss you.
Starting to sound a bit stupid again, aren't I? Guess I should finish though. Might as well.
I'll see you whenever I get back -- you better be here, okay?
All right, now I'm stalling. Have to go. I want to go. Home.
...I love you.
Yours,
Wes.
Plus a badly-drawn picture of Wes, Face, and cans that say "Ewok Food". Scrawled in tiny writing: "To look forward to? Don't ask."
Hobbs,
I hate notes. I hate writing them, I hate getting them. Even Inyri said I shouldn't do this, but I couldn't find you and -- I had to go.
Right -- I'm unbound. Not stuck here anymore. As in, the door was there when I got a drink at the Bar today and I seriously thought someone had slipped something into my lum. Or maybe Wedge had rigged up a holoprojector. (He'd use his general's resources for it, you know it.)
But I checked and it's real, so I'm -- going home.
I didn't want to do this: I wanted to find you, and maybe check if you could see the door too, and if not, then I wanted to say goodbye and -- well, you know. Stuff.
I'll come back as soon as I can, I mean, I don't know how long that'll be here, but I'll try. Time's weird.
I'll miss you -- except, I don't know how these things work -- I guess there'll be another you at home, who hasn't been here yet. Which means he hasn't-- well, we haven't-- well, I'll miss you.
Starting to sound a bit stupid again, aren't I? Guess I should finish though. Might as well.
I'll see you whenever I get back -- you better be here, okay?
All right, now I'm stalling. Have to go. I want to go. Home.
...I love you.
Yours,
Wes.
Plus a badly-drawn picture of Wes, Face, and cans that say "Ewok Food". Scrawled in tiny writing: "To look forward to? Don't ask."