Rey still wasn't used to sensing other people's feelings, or at least, she wasn't used to acknowledging that that was what she was feeling. She just thought she could get a sense of another person's approval or disapproval through nothing but body language and other small clues, and it was probably for the best that she didn't try attributing that to the Force and becoming overtly conscious of it.
Because really? She liked the sense of fondness she got from Luke, liked it more than she really should. It made it so she hardly thought about it at all when his fingertips brushed along her chin, and she didn't realize it had happened until he moved his hand away. And even then... she only realized it because she suddenly found herself missing the contact.
She blinked, surprised at herself, given that she'd never been overly fond of being touched. But maybe she'd just never known anyone that she'd wanted to touch her. Even with Finn, she'd had to get used to the fact that he simply grabbed her hand or hugged her out of relief. But with Luke....
Luke was different. And she simply didn't have the social aptitude to actually piece together how.
"You can do better than try," she told him once she decided to push that aside for now. Her voice was every bit as wry as his as she put a hand on his arm, gently nudging him. "Go on. Don't make me watch you all night and... do whatever it is that mothers do."
She knew that most children had some sort of bedtime ritual with her parents, though if she knew that as part of some hazy memory from before she'd been abandoned, it wasn't a strong enough memory to tell her what, exactly, that was.
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Because really? She liked the sense of fondness she got from Luke, liked it more than she really should. It made it so she hardly thought about it at all when his fingertips brushed along her chin, and she didn't realize it had happened until he moved his hand away. And even then... she only realized it because she suddenly found herself missing the contact.
She blinked, surprised at herself, given that she'd never been overly fond of being touched. But maybe she'd just never known anyone that she'd wanted to touch her. Even with Finn, she'd had to get used to the fact that he simply grabbed her hand or hugged her out of relief. But with Luke....
Luke was different. And she simply didn't have the social aptitude to actually piece together how.
"You can do better than try," she told him once she decided to push that aside for now. Her voice was every bit as wry as his as she put a hand on his arm, gently nudging him. "Go on. Don't make me watch you all night and... do whatever it is that mothers do."
She knew that most children had some sort of bedtime ritual with her parents, though if she knew that as part of some hazy memory from before she'd been abandoned, it wasn't a strong enough memory to tell her what, exactly, that was.